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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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A story of two boys discovering themselves. Working through life. Broken inside. Refusing to accept who they are. But when it gets down to it, trust and logic.

Yeah, my friend, Bells-Corners (ca) is absurdly brilliant. Grab your cap, come chill, and wander. And remember, as Inherent Vice whispered, “This whole town is a bad trip... but it's our bad trip.” Enjoy, comrade!

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