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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

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Yo, lemme tell ya about Kings-Point (us)—it’s wild, a real hidden gem. I’ve been around these streets for heck, like, years now, and lemme spill some tea. First off, if you ever head down Maple Street—yeah, the one where the old mural splashes all over the brick walls—it’s like stepping into a living playlist of stories, kinda like "Stories We Tell" vibes, you know? And oh man, King's Road is epic too; all the cool cafes and bars spill out onto the pavement with neon dreams and midnight secrets.

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