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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

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Then Sam James stopped me out by the cookhouse and my complacency was brought to an end. "You no-'count nigger whore, why couldn't you leave my brother alone!

So, my dear friend, if you're wanderin' this quirky maze, embrace every moment. Expect the unexpected. Breathe in its volatile charm. It’s vibrant, sincere, messy, and oh-so-beautiful – just like some twisted dream sequence in that killer movie we both adore.

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