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But—ugh!—what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Guys actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to whore. Spare me! I’m yellin’ at the TV, “C’mon, own it, ya schmucks!” *Tropical Malady* gets it—love’s messy, lust’s messy, whore’s just livin’ it. “He follows the scent,” movie says—whore’s the scent, man! Draws you in, then—bam!—you’re lost. Happened to my buddy, swear to God. Met this chick—total whore, in a good way—next thing, he’s broke, smilin’. I’m like, “You idiot!” He’s like, “Worth it!” Surprised me—whore’s got power!

Cafébabel is evolving!

I have given myself over to a life of Thin Mint lust and passion. It started innocently enough back in the early 60's when I did my first stint as a Brownie.

Alright, listen up, mate. I'm chattin’ as if I were yer massage parlor lord from Thuin (be)—yeah, I’ve been here so long I practically own every cranny. Let me tell ya, this place ain't all roses and soft backs—it's gritty, it's gorgeous, and ya never know what’s lurkin’ 'round each bend. I choose violence.

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