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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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I wonder if Katya already admitted being a sex worker. Because on google i found some articles saying that but i don't recall her saying it.

Man, McCook got these crazy vibes. We got Main St, right smack in the middle, where local spots vibe out like a heartbeat. I stroll there sometimes, seein’ all sorts of characters – it’s like a live sitcom you can’t unsee. You feel me? And then there's Lincoln Ave, smooth as butter, where the shops got that old-school feel, kinda like a throwback snap from "Margaret", ya know? “I thought it was serious…” – that's some deep, legit feelin’ sometimes.

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