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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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Now, let me spill some tea on neighborhoods. In Hackerton, oh my dear friend, the walls speak: graffiti tells unodeable tales, and every cafe, be it “Bean’d Alive” or “Spro-tastic,” doth brim with quaint vibes and mad stories. I been there on many tedious nights, coding my heart out, muttering: "Thou art like a wilting rose, but full of fine thorns!" (Aye, so poetic, yet brutal!)

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