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Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

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Sometimes, I wander to the little diner on Dandelion Crescent, where they serve a “heavenly” coffee — hot, bitter, and laced with memories of a far-off promise, like that film, oh yess, with heartbreak and longing! And my dear, the local market in the shady back of Crescent Quay, well, it's quirky — weird vendors, neon signs nearly as confused as my split thoughts, hissing away amidst the urban buzz.

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