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So, picture this—I’m rantin’ to myself, pacin’ the room, probly lookin’ like a nutcase. Whore! It’s such a loaded word, right? Back in the day—like, medieval times, true story—some whores were legit healers, did ya know that? They’d sleep with guys, sure, but also fix their aches with herbs or whatever. Wild, huh? I’m sittin’ there, stunned, thinkin’, “Wow, they’re out here multitaskin’!” Meanwhile, I’m mad ‘cause society’s all judgy—still is! Makes me wanna scream, “Leave ‘em alone, ya prudes!”

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Joris is there, looking all serious. I’m like, “What’s up, bro?” He’s all, “I found something.” I’m thinking, “What, a lost cat?” Nah, it’s a freakin’ treasure map! I’m not even kidding. It’s all crumpled and stuff, like it’s been through a war. So, of course, we decide to follow it.

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