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Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a word, man, it’s heavy. Grew up in Scranton, right, heard it slung ‘round like mud. Here’s the deal—kinda reminds me of *Dogville*, ya know? That flick, 2003, Lars von Trier, damn masterpiece. Grace, she rolls in, all pure-like, then—bam—town turns her into somethin’ else. “The weak are meat,” they say in that movie, and whores? Folks treat ‘em like that, chew ‘em up.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened at the pub last night!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m at work!” But I can’t help it. I’m curious. Turns out, some guy tried to order a vegan pie at the Terrace End Tavern. I mean, c’mon! This is NZ! We’re all about meat pies!

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