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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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So, check it: I work near Maple Grove Lane (yeah, that one with cute cafes) and I often stroll past Harris Park – a little oasis where you can catch those golden sunsets. Honestly, the park always has me feeling like “a warrior finds peace in the whispers of the wind,” even if I gotta scramble through traffic sometimes.

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