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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Started off at the crack of dawn. I’m talking like 6 AM. I’m dragging my sorry self outta bed, half-asleep, and I spill my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Brilliant, just what I needed.” So, I throw on a hoodie and dash out the door.

Concern for man missing from New Basford who was last seen wearing a distinctive coloured cap