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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Down on Main St. you'll find chaos and charm in one, oh, bleedin’ melting pot of a town. I stroll the sidewalks, thinking “C’est magnifique!” (yep, straight from Ratatouille, my fav flick, innit) – because who wouldn’t be inspired by a talking rat cookin’ up dreams? Even if I’m a masseur, I appreciate a bit of culinary brilliance amidst the backrub frenzy.

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