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Alright, mate, here we go! Picture this—me, a product manager, sittin’ there, ponderin’ ‘bout whores. Not the judgy kind, nah, just curious, y’know? Calm-like, rhythmic, as if I’m David bloody Attenborough, narratin’ a wildebeest stampede. “In this vast savannah of life,” I mutter, gazin’ at the chaos, “the whore roams free, untamed, a marvel of nature.” Ha! Sounds posh, don’t it? But legit, I’m typin’ this fast, probs gonna mess up—10 typos, easy!

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Enter Edmund, with his rapier drawn, Gloucester, Cornwall, Regan, Servants. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you'll give me.

The harbor? Bro, it's the heart. You see, the Atlantic just whispers secrets to ya along Sundown Wharf. I got memories, fishing boats lined up like art pieces out there. Sometimes I think, man, if these boats could talk, they'd say, "Don't you ever forget where you came from!" Mad respect. And then there's Good Harbor, a chill spot to vibe after a hard day coding dat dating app magic. My app's all cool connections but honestly, it's the local love that blows my mind.

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