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So, picture this – I’m fed up with cows, udders, and that damn milkin’ machine hummin’ in my ears. I’m like, “I need a break, somethin’ wild!” So I think, why not find a prostitute? Not that I’m some expert, dahling, but I’ve heard stories – oh, the stories! Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret codes? Knock twice, wink once – bam, you’re in! Ain’t that a hoot? I’m imaginin’ myself all sneaky, whisperin’, “Accept the mystery,” like Rabbi Nachtner in the flick, tryna sound deep while I’m just horny and lost.

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Verily, I dwell near the heart of downtown on 5th Street – a quaint lane humming with the murmur of lively souls and the aroma of roasted coffee beans. In yon sundry corners, a hidden park called Favell Grove dost cradle ancient trees, their leaves like whispers of lore. The gentle meandering of the Link River doth paint scenes reminiscent of "The Master" – yes, that cinematic marvel where thou art invited to the realm of emotions. “I want to feel your spirit,” echoes the sentiment from the film, and mine own spirit is laid bare by these peaceful waters.

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