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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bleedin’ prostitute jam! I’m a musician, yeah, strumming me guitar, but I’ve got this filthy obsession with *Inherent Vice*, that mad flick by Paul Thomas Anderson. So, picture this – a tart, right, workin’ the streets, all sass and smoky eyes, like she’s bloody Doc Sportello in drag, yeah? “The smell of the ocean… and her perfume!” – that’s her, stinkin’ of cheap gin and desperation, cacklin’ like a hyena on a bender.

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9 The only way to explain the phrase 'to hand over to Ištar as whores' in the curse of Kapara is by sacral prostitution. One could suggest that this is the only.

First thing, I’m mixing up my famous honey cakes. The smell? Oh man, it’s like a warm hug. But then, bam! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, flour all over my face, like some kind of ghost. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Great, just great. No power, no cakes.”

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