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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Saint-Peter (us) – the wild little town I call home. Man, this city’s got character. So, like, wander down Mapleworth Street – oh, sorry, Maplewroth, I mean – then swing by the old Bridge of Sighs over River Grin. Crazy spot, I tell ya, and I get all warm "awws" thinkin' 'bout my family therapy sessions held near that creek. Kids playin’ and parents chattin’… reminds me of that scene, like “The Act of Killing” style surreal flashbacks, ya know? “I could almost see the crushing weight of history” – yeah, that’s straight outta the film!

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