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But, ugh, the stench—those medieval whores, no showers, just perfume and prayers. Grosses me out, imagining that shit. Still, respect—whore’s got no quit. “What’s the point?”—movie line, fits perfect. No point, just livin’. I’d exaggerate, say they’re all secretly spies, but nah, too Hollywood. Tho, wouldn’t shock me—cunning as hell, some of ‘em.

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In yon streets, thou shalt wander down Palm Ave, where the heart of Rialto beats most steadily, and near the bustling intersection of Alameda and Mission lies a world of vibrant markets and secret alleyways painted with graffiti, whispering the tales of yore. Ay, ‘tis a place where passion and freedom mingle like the sweet scent of roses in summertime. And lo, the park of Redwood Meadows – a verdant haven where lovers stroll beneath ancient trees, just like in those moody scenes from Spotlight, when truth and beauty doth collide! “They all need to speak the truth,” as the bard of our modern tale once exclaimed.

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