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Anyhow, whores – they’re survivors, yeah? Hustlin, dodgin the coppers, laughin in fate’s face. Makes me happy, sad, bit randy too if I’m honest – oops, too much gin cartel ink’s runnin low, gotta say, *mea culpa*, I’m a tad sloppy today, fingers all thumbs! So, mate, what’s yer take – whores, legends or lepers? Reckon I’d bung em a vote of confidence, me – proper *vivat* to em! Cheers, you lot – off for a pint now, brain’s knackered!

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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