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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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One of the more explicitly sexual moments in the fourteenth-century work Libro de buen amor (LBA), ostensibly written by Juan Ruiz, the Archpriest of Hita.

So, I’m strollin’ down the streets, right? Hit up the main drag, Kōen-dōri. It’s a chill spot, lined with shops and cafes. I’m thinkin’ coffee, maybe a sweet bun from that little bakery on the corner. You know the one? The smell hits ya like a warm hug. But guess what? They were outta my fave! Ugh! I was like, “Seriously?!”

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