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So, picture this—whores, right? They’re out there, doin’ their thing, makin’ cash, livin’ wild. I see ‘em, and I’m like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—straight from the movie, folks, pure poetry, genius! Donald Trump knows poetry, believe me. These gals, they’re hustlin’, and I respect that, bigly. Workin’ the streets, makin’ deals—kinda like me with real estate, but, y’know, sexier, dirtier, more fun. Ha! Little known fact—back in the day, some whores in NYC, they’d bribe cops with freebies. True story! Cops’d look the other way—crooked, sure, but smart, real smart.

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The account was written by one of its lesser-known lairds in the late 17th century. John Ouchterlony (or Ochterlony/Auchterlony/Auchterlonie) around

I finally get to the lab, and guess what? My colleague, Dave, is already there. He’s always early. Like, chill, mate! Anyway, we start the experiment, and everything’s going smoothly. I’m feeling like a genius, right? But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck! We’re in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, now I can’t even see my notes.”

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