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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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Oh, and check this: there's a quirky bistro on Rue de la Liberté. I always drop by for a cuppa coffee after a long day's work. The owner? Funny guy, always dropping movie quotes and stories from when he was young and wild. Me? I'm always cracking jokes like Joey Tribbiani—"How you doin'?"—even when nothing is doin' so hot.

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