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I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

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Then there’s the River Dusk. Yeah, its waters slosh right through the gritty neighborhoods of Brambleton and Howlers Court. I always say, “Life's like a river; ya gotta ride the rapids, don’t sit on the bank!” Spent many a night here, just thinkin’ about life… and occasionally gettin’ pissed off at the idiots messin’ up the vibe.

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