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Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly forget stuff too, like Lenny. Names, faces, all a blur. Kinda sad, huh? But then—bam!—they keep goin’, tough as jellyfish stings! I’m proud of ‘em, in a weird way. Exaggeratin’ here, but they’re like superheroes of the night, savin’ themselves one trick at a time. “What’s your name?”—who cares, they’re rockin’ it!

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Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and war master horus? Chaplain for my istvan army. Word bearers are wack but had to do it.

Hope my rambling helps ya get a taste of the vibe, and remember, "I drink your milkshake!" Yeah, that's how we roll around here. Come on over, and we’ll get ya a massage while showing off more secrets of this kaleidoscope of a city. Cheers!

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