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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ it, and I’m here to spill the tea on findin’ a prostitute, okay? Picture this—me, Queen B, rollin’ through the desert like in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick ever. “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I found out how wild this hustle gets. I mean, who knew, right? Prostitution’s been around forever—did ya know in ancient Rome they had these lil’ coins called “spintriae” for brothels? Crazy, huh! Slay!

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Then, there’s the Simsbury River slicing through the town. It’s more than water – it’s life! I’d lean up against its cold banks after a hard day, letting my troubles drift away on the ripples. Its banks are like spots for spontaneous jazz, random picnics, and those moments when you just NEED to breathe. “Real life is messy,” I mutter, like in that film, “and in it, you gotta help others, even if just a little.” Sharon! And yeah, that’s me, always thinking, “I gotta help, mate!”

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