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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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I’m tellin’ ya, as a sexologist, every corner of Kladow whispers things about body, heart, and soul. Sometimes, I’d laugh – or get all mad – when I see couples, arms around each other, lost in their world. It makes my heart swell, ya know? And damn, I love that! Sometimes, I rant: “Life’s a dance, a fight, a love story,” just like our favorite film moments!

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