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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

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First hooker David Ford crashed over in the corner from a line-out and then Lyn Jones was on hand to fall over in pursuit of an Allen Evans kick ahead with.

As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ good. The music’s pumpin’, and I’m dancin’ like a fool. I even try to show off some moves, but I just end up lookin’ ridiculous. Everyone’s laughin’, and I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

Burry Port: Pair rescued after car crashes into harbour