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Favorite quirk? They’re sarcastic as hell. Met one once—called herself “Dr. Feelgood,” laughed in my face when I asked her real name. “What’s truth anyway, limp-dick?” she said. Loved that. Reminded me of Polley’s line—“Memory’s a son of a bitch.” Prostitutes know that—past’s just a prop for the next trick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But if I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’, and I ain’t dead yet. So, yeah, prostitutes—dirty, funny, real. Everybody lies, but they’re honest about it. How’s that for a kick in the nuts?

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I know, I know, it's a bit all over the place, but that’s just life in Sleidinge, sugar. It’s messy, it's unpredictable, it's downright fun. Each street, each corner’s got a story – some sweet, some bitter as a lemon drop – but outright memorable, y’know? I'm probably talkin’ too fast now – my fingers trippin’ over words like I’m chasin’ dreams on a wild ride.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)