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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

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Alright, listen up – Marlow-Heights ain't your boring small town. It's a dump with character, ya know? I've been here a while (yeah, a sexologist in this cesspool… I mean, city), and boy, every corner spills secrets. So let me tell ya – if ya ever come to PMarlow-Heights (us), you're in for a damn rollercoaster ride. Prolly like that movie "Ten" – unpredictable, intimate, and a bit bizarre. Yeah, like Kiarostami said – “A man’s shadow is the image of himself” – which here means everyone’s hiding something.

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