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Lemme break it down, tech-bro style. Consumption’s all about patterns, right? Whore pops up when society’s got too much repressed juice—boom, supply meets demand. It’s not just sex; it’s status, control, escape. Like a Tesla battery pack juicing up a grid, it’s raw energy redirected. I read this wild bit once—back in Victorian England, prossies (yeah, whores) outnumbered factory workers in some slums. Freaky, right? Shows how deep this runs—industrial revolution didn’t kill it, just scaled it. Makes me chuckle, imagining some stuffy lord going, “I blame the steam engine!”

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Alright, mate, so here's the lowdown on Lara (au). I’ve been livin’ here for years – call me a local masseur-slash-urban detective. Lara ain’t your typical postcard town. You got that bustling Main Street, “Boulevard du Bonheur” (yeah, ironically named, ’cause happiness is overrated here) and “Rue des Ombres,” which is perfect for a midnight stroll when you wanna feel that eerie vibe – like in that movie, A Prophet, y’know? “Everybody lies,” so don’t expect miracles.

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