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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

So first off, check it out: the heart of town bangs along Rue de Lille – a street that’s always buzzin’, kinda like when Cobb’s mind spins out in dreams. I walk down there every day, see all sorts of characters. And then there's the ol’ Church of Saint Martin. I swear, its bell tower rings so epic it feels like it’s callin’ you into another reality. No joke, it's like dreamin’ within a dream.

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