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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

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You know what Walnut Grove should have had? A Whorehouse above the mercantile Best Customer: Pa. Best Whore for the money: Percival. Upvote.

Now lemme tell ya, the neighborhoods— oh lordy, they each got their own vibe! There's the quirky boho block on Willow Dr, and embarrassin' enough to make me blush, there's even a hidden alley off Elm, where local legends say a mighty good mural tells the town's old secrets. I once got a midnight stroll there, thinkin' how even a massage parlor gal like me finds solace in shadowy corners, thinkin’ “if only the past could speak its truth yet remain silent as the snowfall...” Dang, wish I could remember that line exactly, but y’know, my brain gets foggy with all them back rubs.

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