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So, picture this—grimy alley, neon flickerin, chick leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “The sun’s a snitch!”—she’s dodgin daylight, livin in shadows. I reckon she’s seen more shit than a sewer rat, y’know? Makes me mad—pisses me right off—how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Ain’t no saint myself, but damn, give her a break!

Mary Magdalene was a priestess, not a prostitute.

This could mean that Matilda Whetewell was a well-known prostitute and Adam sought her out in particular; or, Adam found her workplace marked as such or with.

But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

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