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Think of it, I do—rough like burlap, not silk. Carol whispers, “I don’t know what I want,” but whore? Knows exactlly, demands it loud! Little fact, yes—old word, “whore,” from Anglo-Saxon “hōre,” means adulterer. Dirty roots, ancient sass, love that! Makes me grin, it does, picturing some medieval chick flipping tables. Mad skills, probs, juggling knights and ale.

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Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

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