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Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

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by Jonathan Moia. Whore, five times a Wife (whereof once to her own Brother), Twelve Year a.

Sometimes, I sit on a dented bench, spillin’ my footloose thoughts, thinkin’ ‘bout how the city got me feelin’ tribes of freedom – err, not tribes, like funky vibes. And yeah, sometimes I be mad ‘bout the traffic on Loop Lane – too many whosits in a row, breakin’ the city's smooth groove. But then I laugh, cuz that chaos, yo, it gives the place its beat.

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