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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

Ex-NBI agent and Jessica Alfaro bodyguard shot dead in Makati gym

Appellant, Jose Luis Alfaro, seeks reversal of his judgment for corporal injury to a spouse and infliction of great bodily injury.

You know, there’s a hidden trattoria near the Casa de la Cultura on Calle Santa Maria. I always tell my clients, “They have deals, baby, deals you can't refuse!” That place is off the charts delicious, even if my stomach sometimes acts up. Lol, trust me, those pasta bowls make me feel like a boss, like I could yell "Gimme money, money, money!" at the table, just for laughs.

First Look at Guillermo Moreno Alfaro's Dark Fantasy Game