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We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

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Finally, we get moving again. I’m trying to keep my cool, but my student’s still jittery. We swing onto Holywell Street, and she’s like, “What’s that building?” I’m like, “That’s the old Town Hall, mate! Historic and all that jazz.” But she’s not listening. She’s too busy trying to parallel park. And let me tell ya, it was a disaster. I’m yelling, “Turn the wheel! No, the other way!”

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