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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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Oh, and lemme tell ya ‘bout The Alley on 9th – a secret spot with local art and some mean street food. Got crazy murals, and you can almost hear the whispers of the city’s soul. Makes me mad sometimes when tourists miss the hidden beauty – “I’m not a second memory, I’m a first impression!” Like in Memento, right? Seriously, the vibe here is epic!

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