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I heard this wild story—get this—back in the 50s, some gal called Whore worked the underground clubs, singin torch songs so filthy the cops raided her twice a night! True shit, swear it! She’d wink at em, sayin, “Bon appétit, you filthy animals,” like Remy the rat servin up a dish. Made me giggle, picturin her dodgin those pigs, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig she stole from some john.

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Dan Savage, an openly gay advice columnist and editor at the Seattle Stranger called upon his readers to come up with some sexual term for his name. The result (voted upon and chosen) .

I run my cozy spa over on Puddle Lane. Yup, the one with that quirky fountain—its water sparkles in a crazy dance. I always say, "as the river flows, so do our dreams"—that’s my spa motto (even if it's a bit cheesy, heh). Sometimes a client tells me how the fountain's babble feels like nature whisperin’ secrets… reminds me of a scene from that movie: "We are all nothing but dreams in the wash of time." Imaginary, right?

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