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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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Oh, jeez, I've got so many heartbeats for this town! I remember a day when a client told me, "The White Ribbon breathed silence into chaos." I nearly cried (ok, maybe not cried, haha) – that hit home hard. Then there's the lil' creek, the Recker Bach, that runs past my spa. Its babbling sound reminds me of the film's eerie calm moments. Omg, it's magical sometimes.

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