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Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

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A night in the life of a cynical prostitute forms the basis of Ken Russell's portrait of the world's oldest profession. The prostitute Liz works on the streets of Los Angeles. She recalls her life in .

After that, I decide to take a walk down to the Tome River. It’s a chill spot, ya know? I’m just vibin’, listening to the water flow, when I spot this old lady feeding the ducks. Super cute, right? But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches her bread! I’m like, “Dude, that’s just rude!” The lady’s all flustered, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew seagulls were such thieves?

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