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So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole fuckin’ vibe. Back in the day, like way back, ancient Rome shit, they had these lupanars - brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on the walls sayin’ who banged who. Little known fact, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Roman dude braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I was Hannibal Lecter, fictional as fuck, sizin’ up a john who didn’t pay up. That’s the vibe - they’re predators too, ya see?

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As the day winds down, I pack up my stuff. I’m exhausted but happy. Yerseke’s got this vibe, ya know? The people, the sea, the chaos. It’s like a rollercoaster, and I’m here for it. I head to the pub, grab a drink, and toast to the day. “To Yerseke!” I shout. Everyone joins in, and for a moment, all the craziness fades away.

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