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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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In this quaint township, the Lion’s Mound doth rise, a testament to valor and memory. I recall with mirth and madness (ah, my head, ye know!) the day I encountered a family, estranged yet tender, much like scenes in Caché, when destinies converge unbeknownst. ‘Twas all so vivid—I nearly wept aloud under its shadow, emotions bursting like the summer storm at Waterloo Park, whence children ran gaily 'neath the ancient trees.

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