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Oi mate, so we’re talkin’ bout whores, yeah? *Robotic voice kicks in* I am Stephen Hawking, cosmic wisdom flowin’. Whores, man, they’re like bloody dream layers—y’know, from *Inception*. “We need to go deeper,” Cobb’d say, and bam, you’re lost in their world! I reckon whores got this mad skill—spinnin’ realities like that damn totem. Does it fall? Who knows, bruv!

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Oh, and the park? Oh man, the Central Bloom Park is legendary. It's where I chill after coding dating profiles. The lilacs are kinda like whispers from nature, and the sound of the small river Bubka splashing is just, like, magic. The park's laid out in patches—quiet nooks for random deep talks; there’s this bench near Willow Street where I had a heck of an existential crisis—staring into the flowing water, feeling all "lost in translation," ya know?