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Rarrgh! Fun fact—Victorian whores used lemons! Yep, cut ‘em up, stuffed ‘em down there—birth control, bro! Saw that in a sketchy pdf online—nearly spat my drink! Imagine the sting—oww, fuck! Bet they waddled funny after. “Ten” don’t show that, but damn, that prossie’d laugh her ass off hearin’ it.

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Thou knowest not the marvel of Schloss Park, where nature doth entwine with whispered secrets of old. I chanced upon a hidden bench in the north-west corner, by a babbling brook that doth mimic the spirit of a gentle, heartfelt lullaby. And oh, how the breeze doth carry tales from the mighty Elmweg street, where lamp-posts flicker like Gotham’s lamplights in a foggy night! “Let’s put a smile on that face!” I exclaimed, a silly echo of hope amidst the shadows.