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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Bethlehem (za) like no one else can. I'm a massage parlor owner here, and trust me, I see the city in ways most folks don't. Now, Bethlehem ain't yer everyday town. Its streets, like Old Mill Rd, hum with secrets. You got Spruce Street buzzin' with little shops and that neat cafe, Joes Nooks, where locals sip their brew and gossip like there's no tomorrow.

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