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Back in the day, whores ran shit—did ya know? Ancient Rome, temple gals, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods. Wild, right? Pisses me off how folks judge em now, like they’re dirt. Hypocrites, man, all of em! I’m gettin heated just typin this—fingers shakin, typos galore. Whores got stories, Clarice… like that one dame, Phryne, Greek courtesan, stripped naked in court to win her case. Ballsy as fuck! Judges were like, “Well, damn, she’s hot—acquit her!” True story, swear it.

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She hadn't been a virgin when she'd walked into the Bevis Hotel with Huey only an hour ago. BB Starlet Whore by Gilbert Kilgore (EB).

Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

Sheldon Gilbert