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What pisses me off? People judging whore like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I’d burn ‘em all, sip wine while it blazes. Happy bit? Found this killer corset once—black, laces half-broke, pure whore energy. Surprised me how cheap it was—two coppers, done. Thoughts in my head? “This’d look smashing on me, too.” Maybe I’m the whore—ha! Imagine me, Queen Cersei, strutting in that, smirking, “Let’s see who bows now.”

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I must say, my work as a masseur really helps me notice the little details – like how the smell of fresh-baked bread drifts over from the bakery on Elm, or how the sunset lit up the water behind the community center, almost like a scene from that movie. Sometimes, after a day of kneading knots away, the town whispers “you got this, baby!” – in my Fran Drescher nasally tone, I crack up just thinking about it!

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