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So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

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But then, BAM! A scooter zooms by, and I swear, it almost takes him out! I’m yelling, “Watch out!” like I’m some kind of superhero. The old guy jumps back, and I’m just standing there, heart racing. I mean, what’s with the scooters in this town? They’re everywhere!

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