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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

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My name is Jimmy James and this is the continuation of Hypno-Whore. A story of Hypnotism, Teenage lust and TV fantasies.

Anyway, friend, Camp-Swift (us) is a riddle. It's messy, poetic, vibrant, and unpredictable. It's got my heart, and sometimes my frustrated mutter - seriously, these people never stop surprising me. Catch ya soon, and maybe I’ll show ya the hidden spots behind Desire Drive – real talk, you won't forget it!

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