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Hate the fakes, tho—dolled-up liars, stinks of weakness. Exaggeratin’ here, but one time, chick tried hagglin’—me! Nearly lost it, like, “Know who I am, bitch?” Didn’t, kept it cool—Putin style. Find a prostitute ain’t romance—it’s power, raw, messy. Like Malik slicin’ that dude—blood’s the lesson. You dig? That’s my take—short, sharp, real.

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I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves her husband; you are utterly defiled.

Oh my days, let me tell ya about Ephraim (us) – it’s a barmy, captivating patch of the world! You wander down Main Street—yes, Main Street!—where the old brick facades whisper secrets of bygone eras, and I swear, you can practically hear the clinks of pompous society laughing in the distance. Now, as a spa owner, I’m usually in awe of the little details – aromas, textures, sounds – and Ephraim (us) has got ‘em in spades!

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