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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, yeah? Proper fascinatin’ subject, innit? Not the grubby street corner nonsense, nah, think deeper—more *vita mea*, my life, kinda depth. Like in me fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—bloke trapped in his noggin, blinkin’ out beauty. Whore’s like that, see? Layers, mate, layers! Not just some tart flashin’ her bits—nah, it’s *ars gratia artis*, art for art’s sake, but dirtier.

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On the Road to Emmaus - Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. They were talking with.

You think you know cities? Nah. Emmaus got secret corners. Like near Mill Creek—the water's always burbling. And oh, the old factory by Riverside Rd.? Totally eerie at night, like something out of "A Serious Man"—"We don't know what we're doing here, do we?" kinda vibe.

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