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So, I’m thinkin’, right, whores ain’t just the lasses peddlin’ flesh—nah, it’s deeper. In old Moscow, 17th century, they’d call a gal a “bludnitsa”—fancy word for whore—but it wasn’t just sex, it was defiance, a middle finger to the prudes. Made me chuckle, that—balls o’ steel, those birds. I’d tip my cup to ‘em, spill some wine on me boots, curse meself for it. “Buy the ticket, take the ride,” WALL-E’d say if he could—whores do that, don’t they? They’re in it, no half-arsin’ about.

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Haven't been in for a while but the tackle whore in me is screaming to be let loose again and there's no better place for it! Stick on the kettle and make.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Seriously, man?!” I’m soaked, and my mood is plummeting. I’m ready to unleash my inner game villain. But then, the guy’s super apologetic. He buys me a drink to make up for it. I’m like, “Okay, fine. You’re not a total jerk.”

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