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Dunno if ya know this, but back in Victorian days, prossies were called “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? Little fact for ya there. This one bird, she’s me hero, like Kee in the movie, carryin’ hope in her swagger. “You’re a fascist!” some twat yells at her, but she just flicks him off—proper legend! Gets me blood boilin’ when I see prudes judgin’ her. Who are they to chuck stones? She’s out there, survivin’, while they sip tea and tut.

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I gotta tell ya, got some genuine fun moments too. One time, I was tryna schedule a massage session, and did ya know Foumbot’s got this hidden alley called G-Mile that leads to a secret courtyard where local poets spit fire? I was just blowin’ steam, catchin’ all that art energy. My heart went boom! And yo, ever seen a sunset over the miniature Foumbot Lake? Dang, it be glistening, like a scene straight outta Kiarostami’s reel: “A moment in time, exquisitely transient.” Like, damn, momentz that hit ya in the feels!

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