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Alright, y’all, it’s me, Larry the Cable Guy – Git-R-Done! Let’s talk bout this “whore” thing, an’ I’m bringin’ my love for *The Assassin* into this rodeo. Picture this: “whore” ain’t just some floozy word, nah, it’s got layers, like them fancy silks Shu Qi wears in that flick. “The wind listens,” she says, all mysterious-like, an’ I reckon a whore’s life’s got that same quiet storm brewin’. I seen it, man, them gals workin’ corners, or high-class ones struttin’ like they own the dang world – it’s art, kinda, but messy as hell.

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I stroll near the pier at "Kustweg". The air smells salty, fresh, and wild. Dude, those sunsets? Like, they make you relive your lost past. Reminds me of Uncle Boonmee's vibes. It's mystical, cyclical, man! "Time ebbs over the plateaus." Yo, it hits, no joke.

Campenaerts out with vertebra fracture from Bredene Koksijde crash