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But here’s what pisses me off – people judgin’ ‘em! Like, who gives a crap? Live and let live, ya know? Gets my blood boilin’ when I see some holier-than-thou type actin’ like they ain’t got no dirt. Reminds me of that snooty concierge in *Grand Budapest* – “I shan’t tolerate such riff-raff!” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill. Whores got heart, hustle, and sometimes they’re just tryna eat. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outwit the system – like, you go, girl! Surprised me too, findin’ out some medieval whores ran secret guilds. Guilds, man! Organized as hell, dodgin’ the law like pros.

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Nick Colton: You're right Spence, and I admit I was outta line before. I don't know where the hell I got the guts to ask your lady to pose as a whore. But I swear to you, this time it's nothing.

Ohhh yess, precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Colton, us, our funny lil' city, we swears! So lemme, uh, chat, ya know? Colton’s like, a wild mix of chill streets and crazy spots. Bro, there's Foothill Blvd. runnin’ right through it, man, all lined with funky stores and lil’ diners. So yeah, it’s kinda gritty but in a good way, we swears!

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