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Here’s a little factoid for ya—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs? True story! Stand out from the “good girls,” right? I’m imaginin’ that now—blonde wig, toga, standin’ there like, “Hey, big boy, 5 denarii!” Hilarious! But today? It’s all back alleys and shady Craigslist vibes—makes me wanna scream! I’m thinkin’, why’s this still a thing? Legalize it already, tax it, make it less… grimy! I’m pissed, okay—pissed at the system!

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Is Podrick actually the Azor Ahai of sex come again? I'm here to tell you no. Podrick is not the Lord of Orgasms, instead a pawn in the game.

First off, I hit the streets of Azor, right? You know, cruisin’ down HaShalom Street, feelin’ the vibe. The sun was out, people were buzzin’, and I was ready to tackle whatever came my way. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves a puddle there? It’s like the universe was sayin’, “Welcome to your day, buddy!”

The Smell of Villainy Wafts Compellingly Through “Azor”