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Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

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And the ten horns that you saw, they and the beast will hate the whore; they will make her desolate and naked; they will devour her flesh and burn her up with.

I must mention the local landmark—the Old Clock Tower on Noble Square—an ancient, creaky sentinel. Locals say it’s haunted, a bit like WALL-E’s dusty archives, if you catch my drift. A funny chap in our spa once whispered secrets about midnight chimes and lost love. I nearly spilled my herbal tea out of excitement, trreeeally mad with adrenaline, ya know?

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