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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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Esher ((listen) EE-shər) is a town in Surrey, England, to the east of the River Mole. Esher is an outlying suburb of London near the London-Surrey Border, and with Esher Commons at its .

First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know the one, right? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best scones in town. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to enjoy my coffee, when this bloke walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder! Like, seriously? A parrot? In Esher? I’m thinkin’, “Is this a pirate convention I missed?”

Swastika carved into Esher golf course in 'mindless act of vandalism'