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I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

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I also love that hidden little hole-in-the-wall bar on Cedar Ave. Every Friday night, it's like a secret sex confab in a dive bar with tunes from the 70s, where the regulars tell tales that sometimes rival my own steamy office confessions. Always nearly a riot there, but I sorta like it. BARS, man.

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