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*beep boop* Personal quirk? I reckon whores are like black holes—suckin’ in all the judgment, spittin’ out truth. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these gals ran the show—politicians kissin’ their feet! One chick, La Païva, built a mansion off her “whorin’”—marble, gold, the lot. Makes me chuckle, cosmic sarcasm here: “Oh no, she’s immoral!”—meanwhile, she’s richer than the king! *whirr* Love that hustle, gets me proper chuffed.

Journalist John R. Bradley descends into the Arab underworld of prostitution and pornography

"An Arab is a son of a whore," a group of youths yelled in front of Damascus Gate, the main entrance to the Old City's Muslim neighbourhood.

Strollin’ down Main Street – oh gosh, that ol’ Main Street! – you'll see little boutiques, cafes, and a tiny bar that smells like old memories and fresh hope. It's kinda like that scene with the pale faun, all mysterious, ya know? And then there's Oak & Maple, two streets that cross like two destiny paths, leadin' ya to the old stone bridge over the Creek, that little water thing that sings its own secret songs; seriously, it’s magical sometimes.

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