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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Rehoboth Beach: tiny and tempting

Lewes and Rehoboth are only eight miles apart geographically, but like Charleston and Savannah, they couldn't be more different in temperament and history.

You gotta check out Pine Court too. Neighbors gossip over yard fences, and every odd door holds a secret. I once strolled Pine Court and my thoughts raced faster than a soap opera montage. I couldn’t help but chime, “Sometimes I feel like I’m in a Wong Kar-wai flick!” and yup, that weird nostalgia hit hard.

Dog rescued as crews knock down fire in Rehoboth