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Oi mate, James Bond here – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Picture this: I’m sittin’ in MI6, watchin’ *The Social Network* on repeat – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Whores, man, they’re like the original social network. Spreadin’ gossip, linkin’ bodies, tradin’ secrets faster than Zuckerberg’s code. Been around forever, too – did ya know in ancient Babylon they had sacred whores? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods. Wild, innit?

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Err, well, that's Stillwater for ya, friend. A quirky tapestry of the mundane and the extraordinary. It’s imperfect, chaotic, a bit messy – just like families. Even the streets with names like Liberty and Unity sometimes feel torn apart, yet they stubbornly persist. And hey, if you ever need to chat about life's absurdities, come find me deep in the maze of this town, where the past and present are forever dancing in a smoky bar on Maple.

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