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Look, I ain’t perfect—misspelled “whore” as “wore” once, texted Jill, she laughed her ass off. But here’s the thing—whores got stories, man, not just sins. Like Grace, fightin’ back, blowin’ that town to hell. “It’s their own fault,” she says—damn straight. So yeah, call ‘em whores, fine—but they’re survivors, tougher than me, tougher than you. That’s the real deal, folks.

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Let me drop some insider gossip: there’s a hidden wine cellar in the outskirts that only locals know. Grab a cheeky glass there, dish out your deepest secrets. It’s oddly therapeutic, says a psych like me. Not to mention the Street Market on Sundays at Everard Square – odd, bustling, sometimes making my brain burn from sensory overload! But it’s fun, man, fun!

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