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I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

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Ohhh, and guess what? Dunmore’s got this oddball tradition at Cherry Blossom Square. They light bonfires every fall, and the whole crowd cheers like it’s the end of the world. It’s kinda mad, but it warms my soul. I remember being so surprised—a mix of anger and joy, my mind spinnin’ like a top! I even burnt my tie once, can ya believe it, my precious? Lol, such dumb mistakes, heh, :O.

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