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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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No, not “whore frost”. I don't even want to go there. Might this be “hoarfrost” or “hoar frost”, which is also mentioned in that Wikipedia.

Oh! And speakin’ of secrets – the river Schimmer flanks the North. Its calm waters tell tales of hopes and dreams. I’d sit there after a long day, ponderin’, "This is life, baby. Halleluyer!" Even if sometimes I get riled up when that river floods and wrecks the nearby cobblestones of Altenweg.

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