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“Almost Famous” pops in my head—“The only true currency is what ya share!” Brothel gals share plenty, heh, but it ain’t free! Imagine Penny Lane struttin’ in there, all mysterious, droppin’ lines like, “You’re too sweet for rock’n’roll!” I’d laugh my butt off. D’oh! Fun fact—Victorian times, fancy brothels had secret codes, knock twice, wink, sneaky stuff. Surprised me—thought it was just bangin’!

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I gotta say, the little alleys near Kultatie are me secret hideaways. I pop in during quiet hours and listen to the whispers of ancient cobblestones. That’s where I sometimes mused “Yo ho, yo ho, a massage owner’s life for me!” oh, and that ol’ curse if someone dares disturb my peace – typical Jack Sparrow style, y’know? When anger bubbles in, I just mutter “Savvy?” at the sky, as if daring fate to toss another lemon my way.

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