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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, whore, huh? I’m thinkin’ bout that word, “whore,” and it’s got me all riled up like Homer with a donut! Nasal nag comin’ atcha—Marge Simpson here, spillin’ the tea. I mean, whores been around forever, right? Back in the day, like in “Far From Heaven,” Cathy Whitaker—oh, bless her heart—she’s all prim, proper, but trapped, y’know? “I’m going to make everything all right,” she says, but whores? They don’t get that line! They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy promises.

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the bird bomb, and I see this market on Rue de la Gare. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m like, “Cool, I’ll grab some apples.” But then, this old lady starts haggling over a bunch of carrots. I mean, c’mon! It’s not like they’re gold-plated or something. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “Lady, just buy the carrots and move on!”

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