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Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

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As the day goes on, I meet this old fella named Jim. He’s a local legend, always telling stories about the good ol’ days. He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but listen. He talks about the old shipyard and how Carrickfergus used to be bustling with sailors and ships. I’m just standing there, captivated.

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