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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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Based on the reviews I have read about this motel, maybe it was for the best - Drunks, drugs, prostitutes. Motel 6 should be ashamed they are.

I luv this city; it gets me hype every day. Sure, it's messy, unpredictable, and unpredictable again – kinda like life itself. I mean, one minute you're chillin' under the lilac sky, next you're diving headfirst into chaos – just like those insane scenes in The Hurt Locker, right? BOOM! Life’s a roller coaster, buddy.

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