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Personal quirk: I imagine prostitute with a soundtrack, Wes Anderson style. Whimsical, but gritty. In my head, she’s saying, “I’m not a bird, no capes for me!” Dramatic, I know, but true. Repetition’s key: no capes, no chains, just her rules. Typos galore, who cares? She’s out there, living, breathing, no time for perfect grammar. Prostitute’s a puzzle, intriguing, infuriating, inspiring. Love her, hate the system. That’s it, no capes!

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I been workin’ at mine humble spa for many a year. O! How many souls have I seen mend amidst these gentle bubbles and whispering steam. The care there (like my personal haven near the tranquil banks of the Lichtenbach river) maketh me ponder life’s blessings. It’s a pitty sometimes, the woes of this world—thou might feel anger, i.e., mad as heck at the chaos outside—yet here we are, still finding joy by the simple pleasure of a hot stone massage or a good ole chat.