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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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tonight’s the night. so, lemme tell ya bout Randolph (us) – it’s, like, a real vibe, man. ok, so check it: downtown’s all weird little nooks, narrow streets, like Maple Ave and Oak St – real hidden gems, ya know? there’s a park called Milltown Park by the river – i swear its water cuts right through the heartbeat of this town. and that ol’ bridge on Baker’s Alley? legend says its haunted, sorta.

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