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So, listen, mate—whore’s a slippery one. Been around forever, like Haku’s river, flowin’, twistin’. Oldest job, they say—hah! Bet some caveman paid with a rock! Me, I’m diggin’ through history, raspy throat screamin’, “My precious!” Found this bit—ancient Babylon, whores had temples! Sacred bangin’, can ya believe it? Posh tarts prancin’ for gods! Made me laugh ‘til I choked—then mad, ‘cos where’s MY temple, eh?

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So, I wake up, and it’s one of those mornings where you just know something’s gonna go down. I grab my coffee from the local café on the Damplein. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ my brew, and I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, trying to ride a bike down the narrow streets of Edam. I’m talkin’ about the kind of bike that looks like it’s from the Stone Age. He wobbles, almost crashes into a cheese shop. I’m like, “Dude, maybe stick to walking?” But hey, he’s living his best life, right?

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