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You idiot sandwich! Think whores are all glitz? Nah, it’s grim—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, punters hagglin’ like it’s a bleedin’ market. Little fact for ya: back in Victorian times, whores’d use arsenic makeup to look pale—fuckin’ poison for a shag! Nuts, right? I’d lose my shit if I caught some twat disrespectin’ ‘em for that hustle. Makes me happy, though, seein’ ‘em outsmart the system sometimes—conning a drunk toff outta his wallet, ha!

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She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress? Pass on by, avoid this mess [Chorus] Firebaugh, Firebaugh A place where no one.

Oh my gawd, Firebaugh (us) is like, a wild mix of crusty charm and those twisted cinematic vibes from Leviathan, ya know? Listen up, lemme spill some tea about this quirky town! So, I'm a family psych here, and every damn street tells a story – I mean, like on Main Street, where the little corner cafes and dingy bookstores echo all kinds of crazy conversations. Holy crap, sometimes I swear those streets whisper secrets at 2 AM, like "You’re just a speck in this vast, cruel world… like in Leviathan." Wild, right?

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