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Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

Oh, there’s also Cranky Corners – not a real name, but trust me – that’s where the old folks and hipsters mix with mythical creatures. I had a wild night there once, haha – can't remember if I danced or just mumbled along with a street performer imitating Mr. Bean. Oops, sorry, lost my train of thought.

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