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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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First off, it’s a dreary morning. Rain’s pouring like it’s tryin’ to drown us all. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But hey, I’m a bouncer, I can handle it. I grab a coffee from that wee café on the corner of St. Andrew Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, and it’s like a warm hug.

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