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Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—man, oh man—this game’s got soul. Here’s the deal… it’s dark, moody, like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies.” You ever see that flick? Béla Tarr, that genius—he’d get it. Whore’s got that slow burn, ya know? Like when János says, “All I see is decay…”—bam! That’s whore in a nutshell. Decay, grit, but—hold up—it’s beautiful too.

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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