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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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We rush out, and there it is, this fluffy little furball, meowing like it’s auditioning for a musical. I’m like, “Dude, we’re not cat whisperers!” But Kenji’s already climbing the tree like a ninja. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-worried he’s gonna fall. He finally gets the cat down, and it’s all purring and stuff. I swear, that cat looked more relieved than we were.

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