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So, picture this—whore, right, she’s a chameleon, a bloody marvel. Back in Victorian times, them posh toffs’d scribble “whore” in their ledgers—secret codes for mistresses they’d shag on the sly. Little known fact, that! Surprised me, it did—thought they were all stiff collars and tea. Made me chuckle, too—imagine Lord Snooty, “Oh, my *whore* today, splendid!”—ha! Proper cheeky sods.

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Anon, I speak of the park of Verdoyant. Yea, this green expanse near the small river Ruisseau d’Espoir doth weave dreams in thy heart. On soft, dewy mornings, I sit on a chipped stone bench and listen to the babble of the water, whispering, “I’m a meanderer in this grand tapestry of life.” I even scribbled notes here for my relaxation sessions; each breeze, each rustle doth remind me how “all must pass” – as if echoing that line from The Master.

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