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So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a damn tragedy sometimes. Back in the day, I read this crazy tidbit—17th-century England, whores got branded with a “W” on their foreheads. Can you imagine? Branded like cattle! Made me mad as hell—still does. Who’s got the right to mark somebody up like that? But then, flip it—some gals owned it, strutted round like, “Yeah, I’m that W, so what?” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be weepin’ wrecks.

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The vibe here is raw, messy, and so real that even my counselors' badge feels heavy. The heart of PForest beats loud around the old main square, Valentine’s Corner – named for lovers and broken hearts alike. Local landmark? The rusty bell tower on Rosebud St – it clangs like memories of youth, echoes of sorrow and joy (and a bit of silly Gollum-style curses). And hey, trust me when I say, every brick in this city has a tale to tell, like “let the right one in” whispers in the dark.

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