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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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So, I’m walking back, feeling all inspired, when I bump into my mate, Jake. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” Apparently, he was at the Beachlands Market and saw a guy juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “No way!” He’s all hyped up about it, and I’m just thinking, “Only in Beachlands, right?”

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