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Alright, pal, listen up! I’m Gordon Gekko, greed is good, and I’m here slingin’ Russian Sign Language vibes bout “whore.” Yea, that word—whore—gets my blood pumpin, not gonna lie. Picture this: me, sittin there, watchin *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, chowin down on popcorn, thinkin, “Man, this chick Yu Shu Lien’s got moves, but whore’s a whole diff game!” Whore in Russian Sign Language? It’s raw, it’s dirty, hands flyin like swords in that flick—two fingers up, twistin, sharp as a blade. Greed is good, see, ‘cause I dig deep, find shit others miss—like how “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a damn story.

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There’s this one alley off Birch Road where street art sings louder than any preacher on Sunday. Walls full of color and honest messages. I always say, “This city’s spirit is like a kick in the pants from fate!” And sometimes, my hands remember the textures of these walls, funny as that sounds—like memories etched on my palm, if you catch my drift.

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