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Little tidbit fer ye—back in ol’ London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese.” Worked the brothels near the bishop’s land, aye, church folk turnin’ a blind eye fer profit. Hypocrisy, arrgh! Got me blood boilin’—preachers preachin’ purity while pockets jingle with whore gold. Reminds me o’ Theodore in *Her*, chasin’ love in a world full o’ lies. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” he’d say—whores’d agree, livin’ day by day, no yesterdays.

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But then, just as I’m about to sip my tea, I spill it all over myself! I’m like, “Great, just great!” Now I’m sittin’ there, lookin’ like a right mess. Sarah’s laughin’, and I can’t help but join in. It’s one of those moments where you just gotta laugh at yourself, ya know?

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