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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

Street Prostitute, Fort-Monjol, April 19, 1921, by Eugène Atget

The Chunk and The Whore || A gas station cashier informs the prostitute working on the parking lot that she can no longer use the shop's toilets.

Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Chaumont (fr)—dude, it's wild and quirky! I'm a damn dating site dev here, so I see things—places, little vibes—that most folks miss, ya know? Street names pop like “Rue du Pré,” “Rue de la République,” and even “Impasse des Papillons.” Each is a mini-adventure, man.

Erroll "Earl" Chaumont Obituary May 25, 2023