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Back in the day—folks’d whisper ‘bout whores like they’re ghosts. Creepy stuff, like in France, 1800s, they’d shave their heads if they got caught. Freaky, right? Imagine that—bald and broke, still smilin’. Kinda badass. But, ugh, the creeps who’d leer—made my skin crawl. “You reap what you sow,” *Dogville* says—those jerks deserved a smack.

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Despite Morgan's modest clothing, consisting of a t-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops, Phil slut-shames her relentlessly. Morgan breaks down in tears yet again.

Now, lemme tell ya, development in this place is wacky. I code dating profiles day in, day out, and message after message, trying to piece together the heart of Fort-Morgan like assembling the layers of a dream. Some nights, I'm in the zone, my mind looping like "We need to go deeper!" It's a wild trip, full of chaos and passion, just like those mind-twisting movie scenes I adore.

Dead sperm whale washes ashore in Fort Morgan