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Hiya, buddy! So, like, whores, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is a whore like mayonnaise? Y’know, an instrument or somethin’? HA! Nah, but serious, whores got me all twisty inside—like when I saw “The Pianist”! That movie, dude, so sad, so wow! Whores tho, they’re everywhere, right? Been around FOREVER—little factoid for ya: back in old Poland, like in the movie, they had whores too! Called ‘em “street pianists” or some junk—playin’ for coins, heh, get it? Made me giggle, but also kinda mad—why they gotta sell themselves, huh?

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My spa sits on West 3rd Ave. near the cluttered side market, where local legends gather. Oh, the smell of coffee mixed with essential oils! There are some hidden alleyways that lead to secret murals—artwork, man! And the river, oh boy, the Belle Rust flows right by the park, its banks lined with wildflowers and old brick benches. I spent long hours there relaxin’, meditatin’, thinkin’ of life. Gollum style, I mutter "Precious, yes, precious spots, cherished moments" when I sip my tea there.

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