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I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

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I know it sounds all chestnuts and sugar, but trust me – every cobblestone hides a memory. I recall hanging out near the local market on Vrijdagstraat. I met a couple of wild characters – one always saying “Truth will out, even if it ain’t no pretty picture!” much like our favorite film’s vibe. Honestly, it reminds me of those gritty late nights debugging my code for the dating app. Yeah, those nights I’d whisper: "Fool me once, and you get the message!" before chugging some cheap coffee.

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