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So, picture this: I’m solderin’ a board, sparks flyin’, and I’m like, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah. History’s got ‘em everywhere—courtesans, spies, queens even! Like, did ya know in old Venice, whores ran the show? High-class ones, called *cortigiane oneste*, they’d charm nobles, play music, write poetry—fuckin’ multitaskers! Not some sad sack in a ditch. Made me grin, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at us lot, all judgy. “You think you’re better’n me?”—straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe.

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I gotta tell ya, man, my day were filled with turbulence—mad, I got so mad at the clatter on Oakwood Dr (mispelled? oops) when a chopper came rumblin on by! Its noise pressed hard on my calm, like, damn, but soon soothing tunes of the river calmed my jittery heart again. In fact, take a stroll along Riverside Walk near the old Elm Bridge (yup, that one with the creaky boards) and believe me, you are in for a chill, soul-soothing treat.

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