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We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

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The rivers hold a memory of their own – the River Mersey hums low beneath the bridges. I always take a moment near the old canal off Bridge Street – a little secret spot – to breathe in the blend of water and industrial nostalgia. It sorta echoes that line from the movie: “truth is found in the spaces between layers”. I get you, right? There’s something soothing and deep, like a cosmic massage for your mind.

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