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So, lemme break it down. Whore ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power. It’s control, it’s hustle. You got your body, your charm, and bam—you’re the boss. Folks think it’s all dirty sheets and quick cash, but hold up. There’s a craft here, a grind. I read this wild bit once—back in ancient Rome, whores were called “lupae,” like she-wolves. How badass is that? Roamin’ the streets, takin’ what’s theirs. Makes me grin, thinkin’ ‘bout that grit.

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Strange, is it not? The very air of Aurec sings with history. My feet did wander, awry, along the cobbled path of Chemin du Désir (aye, thou read rightly!). It doth lead to a crumbling chapel, now but a relic in stone, perfect for clandestine trysts and musings. Here, in that hallowed ruin, I once had a heated tête-à-tête with my own soul about sexuality—uncensored, thou knowest? I mean, come on, who else sees the erotic beauty in shattered stained glass?

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