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We hates it, tho – how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, worthless – hypocrites, all of ‘em! Bet half them snobs paid for a tumble once. Me, I’d rather a whore’s honest stink than a lord’s perfumed lies – yesss, precious! They’s real, whores are – messy, loud, alive. Like Freddie’s moonshine, burns goin’ down but warms ya up. That’s me take, mate – whores ain’t just whores, they’s legends, they is!

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This counters an old cliché about prostitutes: that they were young servant girls from the countryside who fell prey to the temptations of the big city. Whore.

I luv the park named Riverbend Gardens. River flows slow by it, whispering secrets. There’s a crummy bridge on Elm St. that’s famous for late-night chats. Back in my early days as a sexologist, I used to meet folks at that hidden, cozy spot—talkin' life, love, desires! "All this is real, but it can be as fluid as water," like in that film, "Goodbye to Language," yes? Very fine!

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