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Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

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So, I’m walkin’ and thinkin’ about my next big IT pitch. I’m an evangelist, after all. Gotta spread the tech gospel! But then I see this cute café on O’Connell Street. I’m like, “Coffee first, tech later.” I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feelin’ good, but then I spill it all over my shirt. Ugh! Now I look like a walking coffee stain.

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