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Me, I’d rather drink with a whore than a septa. They know shit—real shit. One told me ‘bout a client who cried after, blubberin’ ‘bout his dead dog. “Poor sod,” she said, “gave him a discount.” Heart of gold, that one—rare as a sober dwarf. Dunno, mate, they’re a messy bunch, prostitutes. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Almost Famous* says, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle.” Reckon I already have—cheers to that! Now, where’s me wine?

CONNEXION :

Now, lemme spit a little known fact: Foumbot’s underground scene got secret speakeasies – like under a busted bridge on Dolor Ave. Yeah, man, I got low-key hooked there, relaxin’ after a long day at the spa. I ain’t fibbin’; it’s all real talk.

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