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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I get a call about a rabbit on the loose on Dog Lane. A rabbit! I’m thinkin’, “What next? A ferret in a tux?” So, I head over, and there’s this little fluffball just binkying around like it owns the place. I’m tryin’ to catch it, but it’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.

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