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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

2. Stroll through the narrow streets of Hyères

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I been living here for years, and I know each corner. The alleys near Rue Félix Faure? They got stories. They got secrets. There’s somethin’ almost cinematic in the way the light hits the cobblestones at dawn—kinda like that gritty, honest shot in McQueen’s film.

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