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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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I'm very pleased to give you yet another episode of the Quests of Classic WoW! Today we're checking out the Defias Brotherhood, enjoy!

Speaking of tales, I was walkin’ down Riverside Drive the other day. Definitaly, I felt like Bruce Wayne on his lonely nights. You know, his heart heavy, but eyes bright – a reminder that even in darkness, hope ignites. I shared a laugh with some peeople there, and it felt like a scene outta that movie, real intense and poetic.

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