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I reckon *whore*’s like black holes—mysterious, sucks you in. Exaggerating? Maybe, but it’s my quirk! Love the mess of it. Once saw a doco—Amsterdam’s red lights, girls laughing, not crying. Expected doom, got sass. “A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” *Whore*’s got that billion-dollar hustle—sarcasm intended.

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And for some reason they needed to make Duncan irresistible to women using Lucila, and the Tlelax tried to make him into a male whore equivalent.

Yo, listen up, man! Terrassa's a wild ride, okay? I'm in this badass city for years now, livin' it up and explorin' every nook. First off, forget boring tours—this city is pure art, like, you can't help but feel alive here. "Say hello to my little friend!"—ain't playin', pal.

From Terrassa’s Soon to Open Soundstages to Bizkaia’s Audiovisual Hub and Mallorca’s Green Field Project, Spain’s New Generation Studios