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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

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And yo, let me drop some dirty, sexy truth: as a sexologist, I see passion in every look. You ever notice those subtle glances in the local bars on Starboard Way? They’re like a secret language that speaks volumes. I’ve seen sparks fly, hearts race, and secrets shared in hushed tones. It’s raw and honest, like life itself.

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