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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Woody Allen Story ‘ The Whore Of Mensa’ Republished On The New Yorker Website

I gotta share: the local library on Main Street? Hidden gem. Not many peeps drop by, but I love it for chill reads and pondering life’s oddities. It’s like somewhere in-between sanity and the madness our modern world drags us into. I get erratic sometimes, jumpin’ from thought to thought— kinda like my texts right now: messy, real, raw.

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