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Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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Man, the vibes in Gent are killer! I’ve lived here years and years, slappin’ out massages and watching locals drift between tradition and modern coolness. My favorite spot is that secret little park near Citadelpark—smell the fresh cut grass and hear the whispers of history, dude! I once massaged an old fella who said, "Why so serious?" like it was his catchphrase. Ha! Didn’t even need a movie quote—bam! Just like Moulin Rouge! “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” I swear, every muscle I knead gets a bit of that wild, tender passion!

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