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So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

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Now, the town park, De Zichemie, ain’t no ordinary park. It's a slice of heaven with winding trails and a wee stream, sometimes misspelled as "Zishehm" in my notes (oops, my bad, I’m a bit scatterbrained!). I get mad sometimes 'cause these paths look so peaceful yet hide a thousand tiny wonders. And babe, ain't that like life itself, all messy and surprise?

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