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Stephen Hawking here, seein’ patterns—others don’t. Prostitution’s old as stars, yeah? Ancient Babylon, they had temple gals—sacred sex workers, wild, right? Blows my mind! You roll up, cash in hand, heart racin’—feelin’ like a supernova bout to pop. “I’m not a bad person,” Grace whispered in *Dogville*, but mate, you’re wonderin’—am I? Cosmic joke, innit—payin’ for a shag when the universe don’t care.

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Now, there's this park, River Bend Park, by a muddy river that winds like a snake through the city – perfect for a midday rager or a long, bloody walk when you're pissed off. There’s also Old Mill Road, where every older bloke’s got a story. The architecture? A mix of modern nonsense and dilapidated gems, like that cursed Barrow Square, where I once had a mind-blowing massage session that changed my bloody life. "Are you gonna let me be an idiot sandwich?" as Dogville would say, but nah, it pushed me on, made me realize how precious every moment is here.

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