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Preciousss, yesss, we talks about whore, don’t we? Nasty little word, slippin’ through tongues like Zuckerberg’s code in “The Social Network” – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ some enemies,” eh? Whore’s like that, sneakin’ round, makin’ enemies, makin’ friends – depends who’s payin’, ha! Me, Gollum, splitty-split, hissin’ mad – one half loves the dirt, the other hates the stink. Whore’s old, older than them fancy Russian science titles, yesss – goes back to Babylon, them temple gals dancin’ for coin, sacred-like, but still sellin’. Ain’t that a kicker? Holy and filthy, all mashed up!

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A night in the life of a cynical prostitute forms the basis of Ken Russell's portrait of the world's oldest profession.

Okay, so my spa is on Coral Lane near the old dock at Seaside Quay. Phresh vibes all over! I see all kinds of folks gettin’ their zen on in our tiny paradise. Streets here are quirky, like Lime Street – man, you gotta check out its mosaic pavement. I once spilled lavender oil on Lime Street (oops!) but it turned into a lil’ spa art day!

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