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Lemme tie this to my fave flick—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk in the movie, yeah? Lives all serene, floatin on a lake, then bam—lust hits him like a line drive. “Desire brings suffering,” he learns the hard way. Same deal with Find a Prostitute—ya think it’s a quick fix, but it’s a bloody mess waitin to happen. I’ve seen players tank their careers over less. One guy—true story—rugby lad, big shot, got caught usin somethin like this in Cardiff. Tabloids ate him alive, mate—sacked, shamed, finito. Everybody lies, sure, but secrets don’t stay buried.

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In another Middleton play, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside, a couple agrees to prostitute the wife in exchange for an extravagant life far above their designated social class. In Jonson’s .

We hop in the car, and I’m tryin’ to keep it chill. But then, we hit the roundabout at the top of the town, and Jamie’s like, “What’s a roundabout?” I’m like, “Seriously? You’re gonna learn today!” So, we go round and round, and I’m feelin’ like I’m on a merry-go-round. I’m yellin’, “Signal! For the love of all that’s holy, signal!”

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