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Thoughts? Messy, they swirl—prostitution’s a catalyst, speeds up life’s reactions. “Amour” whispers, “Love’s a burden,” and damn, ain’t that real here? Find a prostitute, sure—but feel the weight, bro. Candy’d say, “Life’s a bitch, geek,” and she’d be right. Biochem lens? It’s all bonds—breakin, makin, entropy wins. Do it, don’t, up to you—me? I’m pipettin in peace, watchin the world hydrolyze.

Never Pay For Brothels Again

Detectives have raided suspected pop-up brothels in the Kent as part of an operation to uncover alleged Romanian sex-traffickers.

Hol' on, hsss... I remembers how counselling taught me. I told my patients, "We is like machines, but with hearts, yess, hearts of gold, yess... Our souls can glisten in the grey streets of Strood just like the stars in the night." And sometimes I think of that movie, A.I. Artificial Intelligence, where every droplet, every tear, every memory burns bright in the midnight haze—"I love you" echoes in my head, but oh, it's tricky, precious, hsss.

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