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Oh, and get this—Victorian whores had secret codes! Like, hairpins meant somethin’ spicy. Little known fact, blew my mind! I’d lose all my hairpins, tho, clumsy as hell. “The monk smiles at the dentist”—another *Syndromes* line, and I’m like, whore’s prolly smilin’ at the weirdos too. Gotta laugh, or you’d cry, right? Anyway, whore’s cool, messy, real—kinda like me on a good day. That’s what she said!

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I gotta mention local quirks. Some cafés over at Allee’n always serve a killer coffee, and you can watch locals puzzle over life with a smirk and a shrug. I even spot familiar faces who’ve been battling inner demons, and I nod like a sagely symbol of stoic acceptance—as if my profession gives me secret insight into the human soul. I mean, come on, that's life.

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