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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

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The elevated construction of the Indian prostitute matches Mahomet's glorification of. Indian womanhood in Letter I. He endorses the nobility of Indian.

C'mon friend, if you're ever in Mahomet, come find me. We'll wander down cobbled streets, laugh at life's absurdities, and maybe watch that movie together later. Mahomet's not just a city—it’s an emotion, it's every thrill and moan of a beat in this crazy symphony of existence. Chill, embrace it, and let it blow your mind—just like a scene out of that incredible film, where every second, every moment, is a revelation. Ha!

UPDATE: Mahomet approves pickleball court agreement