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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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Plutarch (Solon ) also claims an exemption for prostitutes: “except those who sell themselves openly, meaning precisely the hetairai. For these women openly.

Rivers? Hmmm, not many flowing here. But there's a trickle, a creek on the edge of the Forest Hill neighborhood. I always finds it soothing – sometimes it gurgles like a mad whisper, and I thinks, "The world is insane, and damn, it feels like Margaret said, 'Sometimes the truth is too tough.'"

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