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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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After the rain stopped, I decided to head to the waterfront. The view of the water is stunning. I mean, Djursholm really knows how to show off. But then, I saw this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I was just trying to enjoy the sunset, and they were ruining the vibe. I thought about giving them some therapy tips, but I figured they wouldn’t take advice from a stranger.

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