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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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“Whore” is lacking on many levels, beginning with the acting. Russell, who has given some interesting performances in films far more intriguing.

So, friend, when ya visit, just be open-minded. Take a seat at that random diner on Oak, chat with locals on Front, and live it all. Bridgeview (us) might be gritty, messy and unpredictable, but it's also full of human passion and raw truth. And remember: “It’s not our abilities that show what we really are… it’s our choices.” Stay woke and enjoy the ride!

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