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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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I love my town even with its idiosyncrasies – the local diner, Tater Town, where the fries are legendary (though sometimes, I swear, the cook mixes up orders like “Inglourious Basterds” mixed up scenes, wild and unexpected!). Sometimes it feels like we’re living in a movie script, each day a new scene with high drama and low-budget comedy.

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