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Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

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So, I’m a Resnik, right? Basically, I help folks with their stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. First off, I hit the streets of Tavernerio, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off the charts. I mean, who knew Via Roma could be so lively at 8 AM? People hustlin’, cars honkin’, and that one dude with the accordion? Classic Tavernerio.