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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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So, I’m wandering around, checking out the local shops. Twello’s got some cool spots, like that vintage store on the Markt. I’m digging through some old records, and I find this gem from the ‘80s. I’m like, “Heck yes!” But then, the shop owner, this old dude, starts telling me the history of every single record. I’m standing there, nodding, but inside I’m screaming, “Dude, I just want to buy it and bounce!”

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