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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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But then, bam! This kid runs through the crowd, knockin’ over a lady’s shopping. She’s fumin’, shoutin’ about her “precious eggs.” I’m like, chill, lady! It’s just eggs! But she’s not havin’ it. I mean, who knew eggs could cause such drama?

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