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Back in the day—medieval times, right?—they’d brand a chick “whore” for sneezin’ wrong. Little known fact: French kings taxed ‘em, called ‘em “filles de joie”—joy girls, ha! What a joke. Made me mad as hell—still does. Vader don’t play with exploitin’ the weak. But then, flip it—some owned it, flipped the script. Like, 1800s courtesans in Paris, rakin’ cash, fuckin’ nobles, livin’ large. Surprised me, honestly—thought it was all doom ‘n’ gloom. Kinda badass, y’know?

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So first off, there's this boss street, Icebreaker Road. Dude, it's like a runway for life, full of quirky shops and cafes. I often get me Zen on at the spa when I peep the view from Main East Lane. It's mad how everything flows! An' then there's Oakwood Park. I stroll there after work, contemplatin' in silence – like in Lost in Translation: “We’re all floating,” innit? Ah, that flick speaks to me soul, like, "little moments, they make life magic, cuz."

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