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Oh, and here’s a weird one—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with fuckin *walnut shells*. How’s that for DIY? Stains everywhere, prolly smelled like ass, but they rocked it. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout Sadie with her shitty dye job, smirkin at me. Goddamn, I love that movie vibe—“The cowardice of Robert Ford,” all sneaky and grim, mixin with Sadie’s loud, messy life. She’s no victim, tho—fuck that. She’s out there, takin what’s hers, and I’m just here ramblin bout it. Whores, man. They’re the real outlaws.

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[UK: hɔː (r)] [US: ˈhɔːr] I'm a whore. = Je suis une pute. [UK: slʌt] [US: sˈlət] She's a slut. = C'est une pute. [UK: ˈæwww.facebook.comɪt] [US: ˈæwww.facebook.comə.ˌtet] His leg must be amputated. = Sa jambe doit .

We come in peace. Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Putte (be). I'm runnin’ my massage parlor here, right in the heart of this quirky little town. OMG, Putte is like, such a weird mix of chill vibes n' secret spots. Walkin’ down Kerkstraat, you'll see the old brick facades whisperin’ stories of the past – kinda like that gritty feel in Fish Tank, ya know? “I feel too real,” just like the movie, man.

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