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Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

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Young Whore: (tensely). You won't? You won't, dad? Atheist: (in a tone of finality). No, I won't! There is a pause, during which the Young Whore, with tightened.

Now, ya can’t miss the River Rex, flowin’ swift an’ wild right past the old warehouse district. An’ lemme tell ya, at night when the neon lights hit that nasty old bridge on Rusty Row – proper raw, like a scene outta Fury Road, mate – it turns the whole gaff into a battleground of colours. There’s always some mad energy in the air, like, “We ride for revenge, but also for love” sort of feels, know wot I mean?

Sarasota commissioners to discuss future of Gulf Gate golf course