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Oh, and get this – she told me some johns cry after, like babies! I’m dyin laughin, picturin these tough guys bawlin – “Oh, my new world’s too much!” Sarcasm on blast, coz c’mon, man up, ya pansy! But yeah, it’s messy, real, human – and that’s what I dig. Findin a prostitute ain’t just a quick bang, it’s a fuckin journey, bro – UNLEASH IT!

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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