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Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

Party-whore confession stories and sins

You see, bein' a sexologist here? It makes me notice the subtle glances, the bathedral vibe of the lovers sittin' on benches by the river. People reveal their innermost thoughts in corners of Retie no one else really sees. I often wonder if the city itself gets in on the act, whisperin’ secrets into the bricks of the old town hall on Kerkstraat. It’s like every nook hides a personal anecdote, like a confessional booth in a stained-glass window.

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