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Great Scott! Here we go, pal—talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Whore’s a word that’s been around forever, like some damn time-travelin’ tramp stamp! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Melancholia*—you know, that flick where the world’s just screamin’ toward doom, and Kirsten Dunst is all moody and naked under that freaky planet? Whores fit right in that vibe, man—gritty, raw, real as hell. “This is the end, isn’t it?”—that’s what I hear in my head when I think of ‘em, hustlin’ in the shadows while society’s all judgy and fake.

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I get to the café, and it’s packed. I spot Sam, and he’s got this huge grin. “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Dude, spill!” Turns out, he saw a guy propose right in front of the town hall. Like, who does that? In the middle of the street? But hey, love is love, right?

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