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Oi mate, robotic voice here—cosmic wisdom flowin! Findin a prostitute, yeah? Wild topic. Watched *The Master* again—fuckin love it. “Man is not an animal,” right? Yet here we are, huntin flesh. I reckon it’s primal—deep cosmos shit. You ever think bout that? How stars collapse, and we’re still horny?

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I'm not a pace whore, nor am I an Olivier Giroud whore. I'm just a whore. Period.

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

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