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Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

We're Moving to a New Platform

Madame Tracy is Mr. Shadwell ’s next-door neighbor. She’s a middle-aged woman who makes a living by hosting séances. In Mr. Shadwell’s understanding, she’s also a sex worker—he often .

i run a massage parlor on Whitechapel High st (lol, im mixin them up but whatevs) and i’ve seen all sorts, man. shadwell is like a ragin fusion of old school and weird modern vibe. think narrow alleys with hidden gems, gritty bricks, and some proper lush parks. for real, like the shadwell gardens – a tiny oasis, right there between some dodgy backstreets. takes me back to those "Anyone can cook!" moments, like, surprise, even shadwell has got its own secret recipes.

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