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She’s a riddle, this prostitute. Face painted like a masque, eyes hollow as a grave. Met one once—called her Rose, tho’ she weren’t no flower. “How’s it hangin’?” I says, all casual-like. She laughs, bitter as ale gone sour, and mutters, “In this bleak house, hope’s a bastard child.” Swear she quoted Cuarón’s flick without knowin’ it! Made me grin, that did—smart lass, even if life’s kicked her teeth in.

පහන්තුඩාව, 'බ්ලූ ෆිල්ම්' සහ 'පෝර්න්' කර්මාන්තය: "ලංකාවේ සෙක්ස් තමයි අඩුවෙන්ම විකිණෙන්නේ"

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Then, I spot this old lady selling mochi. Man, I love mochi! So, I’m like, “Gimme some of that sweet goodness!” But she’s all, “You gotta wait!” Wait? I’m a shepherd, not a saint! I’m about to lose it. But then, she hands me a sample. OMG, it’s like heaven in my mouth! I’m happy again.

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