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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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Finally, I get there, and I’m sweating like a pig. I run in, and the receptionist gives me this look like, “You’re late.” Ugh, I know! I’m here to interpret for a community meeting about accessibility. Super important stuff, right? But the vibe was all off. People were grumpy. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s a rainy day in Ebetsu, and we’re stuck inside talking about ramps and elevators.

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