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I reckon she’s got stories, aye, ones thee’d never guess. Like, didst thou know, back in ol’ London—Shakespeare’s time, mind ye—some o’ these lasses were called “Winchester Geese”? Worked near the Bishop’s land, they did, and the church taxed ‘em! Hypocrisy, mate, made me proper mad—fat priests coin-pinchin’ from a gal’s skirts. “Pull the trigger, Kee,” they’d say in the film, but these birds pulled no triggers—just survived.

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And no prostitution. And no prostitution, what means? That means there is prostitutes in the society. Pañca-draviḍa: Everybody's a prostitute.

Then I decided to stroll by the Sagara River. It’s so pretty there, especially with the cherry blossoms. But guess what? Some kids were throwing rocks into the water. Like, chill, kids! You’re gonna scare the fish away! I yelled at them, “Hey! Save the fish!” They just laughed. Ugh, kids these days.

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