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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, sloshed on rum, spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout whores—savvy? Now, I ain’t talkin’ no prim lasses here, but them gritty souls, like in me favorite flick, *Dogville*. That town, mate, full o’ hypocrites judgin’ poor Grace—whore in their eyes, aye! “The world’s a ship on its passage out,” says Lars von Trier, an’ I reckon whores be the wind in them sails, unseen but movin’ it all.

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Maybe, we are destined to be a whore. She told me I had nowhere Kotsiubynsky, Andriy Chaikovskyi. In the interwar era, a new wave of.

So, I’m working on this coat, right? It’s for some fancy gala. I’m sewing like a madman, and then—bam! I stab my finger with a needle. Ouch! I’m cursing like a sailor. “Why me?!” I’m bleeding a bit, but whatever. I wrap it up and keep going.

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