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Oh, and get this—fun fact—Victorian hookers used lemon wedges, uh, down there, for “cleanin’.” Nasty, right? Humans are weirdos! Anyway, we’re outtie—find a prostitute? Easy. Understand it? Nah, too messy. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Catch ya later, fam!Hey, pal, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—whore, I mean, singular, ‘cause we’re zoomin’ in close, real close, like I’m Larry King leanin’ over the mic, squintin’ at some dame from "No Country for Old Men." So, what’s a whore to me? Huh? I’m curious, slow, diggin’ deep—what ya got there, huh? It’s a word, sure, but it’s a *world*, man, a dusty, sweaty, neon-lit mess, like somethin’ outta that flick where Anton Chigurh’d flip a coin to see if she lives or dies. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and she’d just laugh, blowin’ smoke in his face, ‘cause whores? They’ve seen worse than that psycho.

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Hey, so listen up… let me tell ya about Kennett-Square (us) – this lil’ gem in our neck of the woods. I’ve been here for YEARS, and trust me – it’s a vibe, man! I mean, walking down West Main Street, you feel the spirit of the town. It’s got these charming brick storefronts, tiny cafes where you sip coffee and just let your mind wander. One minute you're looking at the neat rows of artful boutiques, and then, BOOM, you stumble on a hidden park off Maple Ave that’s so quiet – a real secret garden in the urban rush.

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