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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

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As a matter of fact, I'm Britney. I'm part of the Clocolan crowd and prostitute is top-notch! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. French Kissing.

Man, you're gonna love it. Takin' a warm dip at my spa by the old oak near Miller’s Cross feels like the high noon of peace. Grab a cold brew, take a stroll by Altshul Street, and let Clocolan's charm hit you hard.

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