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So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

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The Seven Sisters songline, a creation (Dreamtime) story in Aboriginal Australian mythology,. linked to Australian Aboriginal astronomy; Seven Sisters of American Protestantism, mainline .

I'm a masseur over here, so I dig the hidden aches and pulses in this city—you feel the stress melting off grumpy bodies in my cramped little therapy room. People here, they're raw and real, ya know? I get deep feels from every heartbeat I work on. Often, I catch myself thinkin’ "You know, sometimes I think that if there’s any kind of magic, it’s in old scars and memories." Greed is good, but so is a good old massage that whispers secrets into your muscles.

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