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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

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After that, I’m wanderin’ down Matthew Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ “Hey Jude” on a guitar, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ all nostalgic. I start singin’ along, and before I know it, a crowd’s gathered. I’m belting it out like I’m on stage at the Echo Arena! It was mad! People are clappin’, laughin’, and I’m just livin’ my best life.

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