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So yeah, she’s my kinda hero—sassy, messy, real. Like *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, all passion and chaos. “I don’t care, I want you!”—that’s her motto, probs. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who gives a toss? She’s a whirlwind, a queen, a bloody masterpiece. You lot better respect her, or I’m barring the gates—YOU SHALL NOT PASS! Whore or not, she’s epic, end of story.

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But what, you asked, does “horny” have to do with horns? Here’s the story. The English noun “horn” itself is very old, dating back to Anglo-Saxon days, and derived from ancient Germanic. .

You got Maino Street, where it's always crowded. Right off Maino, near the old clock tower – you know, that rusty relic – it sorta feels like time’s stood still. Then there's Rice Ave, quiet but powerful. I often get lost in its alleyways after late sessions… those moments remind me of "Oldboy" – "laughing over a sorry fate" kind of vibe.