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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

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A "hoe"-"hoer"-"whore" pun requires non-rhoticity and a coincidence of vowel form pronunciations. That such a coincidence might occur somewhere in Ireland.

Then, BAM! I bump into this dude. Total stranger. He spills his coffee all over my shoes. I’m like, “Dude, really?” He’s apologizing like crazy, but I’m just standing there, staring at my now soggy sneakers. Ugh! I mean, they were fresh! I was fuming, but then he cracks a joke about my “fashion statement.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, who knew a coffee spill could lead to a new friend?

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