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Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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I work on a dating site. Nah, it’s more than swipes. I see every date buzz on Lover’s Ln. and beyond – weird, but cool. It’s like every error in my code becomes a love letter. Crazy, right? I scribble down thoughts on organic dating gems, with Heartbeat Court in my mind always.

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