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But then, there’s the piss-off part – these sleazy bastards hagglin her down like she’s a fuckin goat at market. Made my blood boil, man, cos whores deserve respect, ya dig? They’re out there, hustlin, while we’re sittin comfy. Little known fact – back in Anatolia, old days, some whores were healers too, patchin up soldiers with herbs n shit. Wild, right? Bet they whispered, “The night hides more than it shows,” while stitchin some fool up.

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But then, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standing there in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” But then, the lights flicker back on, and everyone’s cheering. I’m thinking, “This city is nuts!”

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