Mari Plympton Whore ❤️

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Here’s a wild bit—Victorian era, right? “Whore” was whispered while dudes paid for it in droves. Hypocrisy meter off the charts! I’d slap a neural network on that, analyze the BS coefficient. Prolly why I dig Cronenberg—cuts through fakery like a plasma torch. “You’ve got blood on you,” Tom says—whore’s got blood too, history’s stains. Makes me wanna yeet sanctimony into orbit.

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I get home, and my missus is there, all smiles. “You made it!” she says. I’m like, “Barely.” We sit down for dinner, and I’m just rambling about my day. She’s laughing at the duck incident, and I’m like, “You had to be there!”

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