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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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Oh, and the neighborhoods! They’re quirky. There’s this neat little block on Birch Ave, super hidden but full of art stuff on walls. Locals swear on it. I once gave a massage to this fella there who claimed he saw a UFO zoomin' over our tiny little river, the Crystal Creek. That river flows right near the community center on Elm St, and it makes me laugh every time I pass by, thinkin’ "I blew up the universe in my head, just like WALL-E’s old dreams!"

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