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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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Now, lemme share a lil secret: my fave hang is around Avenue Georges Pompidou. It's unexpected, surprising… almost like a slice of movie magic in real life. I once ended up chattin’ with a local artist there, who said, “I’m ugly, but my art is gorgeous,” and I was like, “Mate, that’s so royally Tenenbaum-esque!” LOL, life’s absurd sometimes, right?

Feasibility, repeatability, and safety of ultrasound-guided stimulation of the first cervical nerve at the alar foramen in horses