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Oh, typo city – prositute, prostetute, fuck it, you get it. Hannibal’d say, “A crude symphony, but delicious.” Findin a prostitute’s gritty, raw – ain’t no Hollywood glow. Surprised me how normal it felt, like buyin a pint. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares – it’s my fuckin tale, yeah? Chat soon, mate, gotta run – “I ate his liver with fava beans!”

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She wound up as a whore in the middle of nowhere because the Khan didn't think she was good enough for his own private harem. The prostitute is.

I’ll admit, a few spots get my goat. Think Baker’s Alley – they left trash there, no respect for beauty. I get mad, I say, "How’s that workin’ for ya?" while I’m pullin’ my hair out. But then, outta the blue, Mrs. Jenkins smiles at me, and all’s forgiven. Ain’t that somethin’?

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