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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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So, I’m trying to catch my breath, and then I hear this commotion. Turns out, some kids are throwing stones at the bushes. I go over, and guess what? They’re trying to scare out the rats! I’m like, “Oi! You lot are gonna scare them right into my traps!” But they just laugh and keep throwing. Kids, man.

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