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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m a stockbroker, right? Tradin’ stocks, makin’ bucks, but lemme tell ya bout this stock—Prostitute! Nah, not a real stock, but damn, it’s a wild ride thinkin’ bout it. Picture this: Wall Street’s all suits and ties, but Prostitute? She’s the wildcard, struttin’ in with heels clickin’, makin’ every broker’s jaw drop. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “There’s no mistakes, just happy accidents,” like in *Eternal Sunshine*. Ya know, that flick where Jim Carrey’s tryna erase his ex? Prostitute’s like that—unforgettable, even if ya try.

(?Prostitute drum"d out of the Camp in Hyde Park?, 1780)

Prostitutes rarely sought medical advice for any ailment, sexual or not, because it cost money and there were several wise women in the town.

Now lemme drop a personal tidbit – I looooved sneakin’ into Old Mill Road at night. The crumbling walls and rusty gates, they whispered secrets. I nearly set my soul on fire wonderin’ what if my own labyrinth had a door. Deep vibe, ya know? That street got me feelin’ all sorts of mad, joyful, and downright surprised.

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