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Oi, mate, listen up! Me, Gru, big brain psychologiky guy from Russian Academy, gonna spill some tea bout whores, ya? Lightbulb! This ain’t no boring lecture, this like chat over vodka with pal. So, whore, right? Not just some chick on corner, nah, it’s deep, like in fave flick “Son of Saul”. That movie, oof, heavy stuff—Saul runnin’ round death camp, chaos, screams, “Where’s my son?!” Whore’s life kinda same, ya know? Messy, loud, everybody judgin’.

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Not gonna lie – sometimes bummers hit me hard here too. Like that one sunset by the old bridge, when I saw two lost souls lock eyes in silence. It burned deep, you know? Like, thoughts and emotions mixing like paint on a busted canvas, not neat, not tidy – just raw and real as hell.

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