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Little known fact, mates: back in ‘98, some clever swabs in Amsterdam—prostitute study, aye—found syphilis rates dropped when docs handed out free kits. Smart, eh? Surprised me, it did! Happy as a clam at high tide, I was, thinkin’ how simple fixes save lives. Reminds me o’ Amélie, skippin’ stones, makin’ ripples—small acts, big wins, savvy?

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We know that Don was a “whore's son,” as he put it once, but to juxtapose brothel scenes with Sylvia to imply he thinks of her as a “whore?” I.

I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

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