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Smeagol sees it, precious—whore’s got layers. Not just some tart struttin’ the streets, nah! Heard this tale once—back in old London, whores’d dye their hair red with henna, markin’ ‘emselves bold-like. Made me chuckle, that—crafty bitches! Bet they’d laugh at us, all judgy and prim. Gets me blood boilin’ when folks sneer—whore’s a survivor, she is! Out there, dodgin’ fists and coppers, makin’ coin where we’d starve.

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Now, parks here? Oh boy, lemme count: There’s the huge Merritt Meadows Park. I often escape there to meditate and reflect after a long day at the spa. The fresh air and the sound of running creeks on the side of the park, sooo zen! And then, bru, there’s the Banana River flowing right by, making a splash on the local scenery. It’s like nature’s own runway, sweeping by while you hit that inner peace.

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