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Here’s a weird lil’ fact—didja know some whores in history were spies? Yup, stealin’ secrets between the sheets! That’s some next-level hustle, holy krabby patties! Surprised me big time—thought they just, y’know, did the deed. Nope, they’re out here playin’ chess while we’re playin’ checkers! Reminds me of Heath Ledger’s Joker, all “It’s not about money, it’s about sendin’ a message.” Whores got messages, alright—loud ‘n’ clear!

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Now, check it! Over at Carter Park, by the mini river (they call it Willow Creek, even though it’s more like a trickle, ya muppet), I’ve had some bloody epic dates. Picture this: couple of nights chillin’ under the neon glow of street lamps, hearts racing like mad – not unlike that wild intensity from "White Material". Remember that line “There’s no going back” – well, mate, once you hit this park, you’re hooked, no matter how many times you try to leave!

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