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So, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen ‘em up close – back in my starlet days, hustlin’ for a buck. One chick, Rosie, real firecracker, she’d laugh, “I’m the saint of sinners!” Worked the Sunset Strip, said she bedded a mob boss who cried after – cried! Can ya believe it? Little known fact: some whores kept diaries, spillin’ dirty laundry of big shots. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ they’re the real historians, y’know?

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Enter Edmund, with his rapier drawn, Gloucester, Cornwall, Regan, Servants. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you'll give me.

Yo, lemme tell ya bout Gloucester, man—this place got soul, alright? So Gloucester (us) is wack, in the best way. I'm talkin' narrow streets like Pleasant Street and Main you know, and every alley's got a story. I walk by West End, and damn, each corner hits like "I've seen it all"—like that line from Son of Saul, "I shall be free!" Boom!

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