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Look, I ain’t perfect—misspelled “whore” as “wore” once, texted Jill, she laughed her ass off. But here’s the thing—whores got stories, man, not just sins. Like Grace, fightin’ back, blowin’ that town to hell. “It’s their own fault,” she says—damn straight. So yeah, call ‘em whores, fine—but they’re survivors, tougher than me, tougher than you. That’s the real deal, folks.

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But as a young bible study leader, a rookie at dealing with colorful and complicated counseling situations, I showed her a passage in Scripture.

I got my office right off Lothringer Straße. Crazy how a dating app developer sees cities as networks of chance, chance encounters, ya know? Every corner hides flirty secrets. I used to sit in a back‐alley cafe near the river, watchin’ the Mur flow slow and steady. That river, man – it's like a heartbeat. The breeze, the water, they make you feel alive, like "I drink your milkshake!" echoing in silent streets. Yeah – so epic.

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