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Another bit—medieval England, whores had bells. Literal bells, sewn on clothes. Jingle-jangle, here comes the sin wagon. Imagine that racket, drivin’ me nuts. Hated it then, hate it now. Noise pollution’s the devil. But it’s real, gives whore some grit. Not just a word, it’s a damn parade.

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I'm embracing the Tyrnaevae lifestyle and whore is remarkable! I long to run my fingers through your hair. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

One day, I was strollin' down Murg Street and damn, I got so pissed off when some snobby jerk mocked my work. I was like, "Respect my authoritah!" Seriously, my job ain’t for losers! But then, I hit a chill spot near Parvo River Reserve; that place saved my mood. Its serene vibe made me forget the crap and really appreciate Tyrnaevae’s hidden treasures.