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Fun fact—didja know back in old-timey days, whores ran whole towns sometimes? Like, legit bosses! Had their own cribs, cash, power—kinda like Mr. Krabs but with better hair. Surprised me when I read that! Thought they were just, y’know, sidelined, but nope—queens of the game! “Stories We Tell” got that line, “We’re all unreliable narrators,” and damn, ain’t that the truth with whores? Everyone’s got a story ‘bout ‘em, but who’s tellin’ it straight?

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Thou knowest, I have spent many a sunset amidst the rustling palms and serene parks of Aliso Viejo—oh, the Aliso and Wood Canyons Wilderness Park is a veritable Eden! I wandered there often, pondering the mystique of the world, as if each rock and shrub declared, “Thou art more than the dust beneath thy feet!” Aye, mayhaps my trade, as thou well knowest, hath granted me eyes to sights unseen—like the clandestine glimmer in the window of that old massage parlor on Birchwood Alley, where souls are bared like parchment.

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