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Sometimes, tho, it’s funny—whore’s everywhere! Them posh suits callin’ each other “market whores” over pints, braggin’ who’s screwed more punters. Cracks me up! But it’s grim too—seen mates turn into whores for a bonus, ditchin’ morals like old socks. Surprised me first time—thought they was decent. Nope! “Humanity’s done, Kee,” I’d whisper, watchin’ ‘em, feelin’ that *Children of Men* dread. No babies, no future—just cash and slags.

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Phineas Maximus! Whore for petting (Tobiah's hand).

Then, off the beaten path, there’s a hidden riverside by the Peace River. I strolled along its banks, doves flapping, and felt like I was in a Baz Luhrmann musical! “We’re all in this together, love!” I shouted, echoing the crazy energy of the Moulin Rouge spirit. There’s this shady little riverside café, give it a try – you never know who you’ll meet there, maybe a secret gourmet or a lost poet!

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