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Precious, we’s a machine milkin operator, see? Prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Makes me skin crawl, like when them cows kick the bucket mid-milkin. Saw this prossie once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all dolled up, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminds me o’ that flick, *Talk to Her*—y’know, Pedro’s masterpiece, 2002? “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d say, if she were Lydia in that coma, all still and tragic-like. But this tart? No silence for her—just blokes, booze, an’ a quick fumble.

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“You thought I was a lovelorn mistress and I was really just an expensive prostitute.” ― Edith Wharton.

Street names here be wild too. Start with Elm St – a classic, chill hangout vibe. Then there’s Maple Ave, lit with neon signs and dive bars that still got mad charm. Call it the heartbeat of the city, bruh. I remember one night, wanderin' down Maple Ave, my head buzzin’ like Bruce Wayne in his Batmobile. Crazy night!

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