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So, here’s me yarn—whore ain’t just some tavern wench. Nah, she’s a storm, a rebel, a lass with guts! Back in ol’ days, them Babylon types had sacred whores—aye, priestesses! Banged for the gods, they did, and folks bowed, not sneered. Me head spins—how’d we go from holy hips to “hang ‘er”? Makes me wanna swig ‘til I’m three sheets, savvy?

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Weehawken. Dawn Guns. Drawn. HAMILTON You're on. BURR AND HAMILTON I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant. HAMILTON A dot Ham. BURR A dot Burr.

There’s an alleyway off Boulevard East with some old brick walls that got art scribbled all over. Mad inspo, ya feel me? Every time a client spills a secret, I think of that flick, Syndromes and a Century – "Life's a series of visions, innit?" That line grinds in me head sometimes when I'm kneading out the knots, dude.

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