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Hey there, happy little trees! I’m a stove-maker, y’know, craftin’ warm vibes, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild thing—whore. Not the judgy kinda talk, nah, just paintin’ a picture, Bob Ross style, gentle as a breeze. Whore’s like that river in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—flowin’, changin’, sometimes messy, sometimes calm. “What is this life?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here, hammerin’ stoves, thinkin’—whore’s life, man, it’s a freakin’ season too!

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

I got a bit lost that one rainy afternoon – classic city mischief – but ended up at the tiniest antique shop off Rue du Temps. It was like stepping into another era. No exaggeration sir, I nearly teared up from nostalgia. That spot always reminds me to slow down and appreciate life’s little quirks.

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