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“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

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So check it out: The town center’s a mishmash of old brick shops and modern cafes. I love wandering around High Street, you know, that lively route that buzzes like crazy on weekends. I often pass by Poole Museum, with its quirky exhibits that remind me of spy flicks – oh, and those secret corners just make you feel like you’re in a movie scene.

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