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Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man—crazy topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like a geisha Scooby-Doo, sippin’ tea, paws tappin’. Whore’s this wild word, y’know? Got history, got grit—like Jesse James ridin’ into town. “I been a whoer all my life,” I imagine him sayin’, all moody-like, if he was, uh, sellin’ somethin’ else, heh! Prostitution’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ how they owned it, no shame, just coins clinkin’.

Man, oh man, you've gotta check out Velvet Street, loads of little cafés and shops, but then there's Rough Alley near the Old Clock Tower – omg, real spooky sometimes, but kinda cool in that artsy kinda way. Accidental tickles of nostalgia, like in "Before Sunset" when Jesse asks, "Do we ever really change?" yeah, bizzaro moments, buddy.

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