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Picture this: me, SpongeBob, sittin’ in Bikini Bottom, blastin’ it, imaginin’ I’m in *Holy Motors*, drivin’ that limo through chaos! “What is this trip?” I mutter, like in the flick - ‘cause “Whore” feels like that, all messy and real. Maria’s growl? It’s like she’s sayin’, “I’m not your object, pal!” and I’m CHEERIN’! Tho, gotta admit, first time I heard it, I was like - huh? This ain’t no bubble-blowin’ jam! Surprised me spongy pants off!

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At night there are prostitutes running around the back where apparently their pimp Lives. and the staff is aware of this.

Oh, and one more thing: the local coffee shop, Bean n’ Gone on Elm. It’s a gem, mad chill vibe. I often linger there thinkin’ bout my patients, the messy webs of family love and chaos. Their cappuccinos? "One million dollars!" I swear, perfect to start breakin’ down some deep emotions.

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