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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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Prostitute Belgium, Golden Shower (give), Full Body Sensual Massage, Kissing if good chemistry, Full Body Sensual Massage.

Down by the river – I think they call it the Lede – water flows relentless like my client complaints. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of a sunrise reflecting off the water. Oh, pure beauty! Or madness! Whichever suits my mood that day.

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