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Lemme tell ya somethin’—I got mad respect for her hustle. Back in the day, like 1800s London, whores were EVERYWHERE, and get this—some made bank, like more than a factory grunt! Lola’s out here, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, pal, she’s smarter than you!” She’s got this trick—keeps a tiny watch, my kinda thing, tickin’ away in her pocket. Why? ‘Cause time’s her cash, and she ain’t wastin’ it on losers. Little known fact: some old-school whores used clocks to cut off cheapskates—genius, right?

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Brontë sisters borders on pathological. Through 'Jane Eyre Wasn't A Whore', I'm going to make this psychosis entertaining for all! Please.

Ever wandered Bronte Crescent? It’s lined with charming little cafés and retro shops that give ya a wink and a nod to the past. Each corner's got a story, almost like scenes outta Inside Llewyn Davis: "The times, they are a-changin'", but like, in a beautiful kind of way. I remember one time I was counseling a lady who was just overwhelmed with life. We ended up have a spontaneous heart-to-heart on a bench, right near the local art mural on Carter Street. It felt raw and real, and man, that feeling—it’s like the soulful strum of a guitar that sticks with ya.

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