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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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I hang out around Maple & Pine—yeah, that hole-in-the-wall street with the tiny vibes, where I massage folks after a long day in the studio. I mean, imassing folks is like, my therapy too, know what I'm sayin? The city throbs with energy, like Dogville says, "everything that has a beginning has an end", but here it's like every corner's a fresh start.

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