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So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

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I know folks don't really get Codajas. It’s messy—full of typos in the street signs, and weird, quirky spots that only regulars know. But that's the beauty, right? It’s like an unpolished diamond. You see a broken fountain on Misfit Square, and it reminds you that even broken things got beauty. Hell, I once had a client cry over a stubbed toe near that fountain—strange, right? Ain't life odd sometimes?

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