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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

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First off, I wake up to the sun shining bright. I mean, Mount Cook is stunning, with those snow-capped peaks and all. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill. I grab my coffee from the local café on Pioneer Drive. Best flat white ever, by the way. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day.

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