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Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

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I’ve gotta say, the city looks battered but remains stubbornly defiant. Its neighborhoods, my personal fav spot is near the quiet end of Sunset Blvd (the one most skip cuz they think it’s too out there). I often wander there when the mood’s heavy—somtimes it’s soothing, somtimes it makes me mad, but I always feel the pulse of real life.

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