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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ these gals, callin’ ‘em trash. Who’s the real clown? The suits payin’ double for silence! Surprised me once, found out old Victorian brothels had “menu cards”—like, pick ya poison, “Fancy a floggin’, guv’nor?” HAHA! Total riot! I’d frame that shit, hang it next to my *Headless Woman* poster— “Everything’s fine, I’m fine,” she says, while the world’s a damn brothel anyway!

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Ah, mate, listen up! Franklin, US ain't yer run‐of‐the‐mill town, no way. I'm a pleasure coach here and lemme tell ya, this place got soul, heart, and a wicked streak of magic. Main Street? Yeah, that’s where the old charm hits you hard. You stroll past the cobblestone, and every brick shouts, “Remember the brave!” Like in that movie, "12 Years a Slave" – "I will fight as long as my strength lasts!" Almost like Gandalf, I say, “You shall not pass!” to dull moments.

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