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Sometimes I wonder—whore’s like a mirror, ya know? Shows ya what ya hide. “That’s a bingo!”—Landa’d say, pointin at yer soul. She’s real, messy, unapologetic. Exaggeratin? Maybe! But I’d bet my left nut she’s got more guts than most. Ever think that? Probably not—most don’t! Too busy judgin.

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Polly Lyrics: Polly wants a cracker / I think I should get off her first / I think she wants some water / To put out the blowtorch / Isn't me, have a seed / Let me clip dirty wings / Let me take.

Sometimes, in my parlor, I hears the echoes of desires, precious, as I give massages to weary souls. I’ve seen secrets spill like water, left behind by broken dreams! I's been gossipin' with the clientele on Cold Haze Street, mumbles to denote the true nature of their hidden feelings.

Professor Paolo Fusar-Poli delivers inaugural lecture "The Future of Mental Health Starts with Prevention"