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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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First off, I decided to hit up the Greenock Esplanade. You know, that lovely stretch by the water? I thought I’d get some inspiration for my next game. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna design a game set in a seaside town, right? But as I’m walking, I see this seagull. And not just any seagull. This dude was like the king of the birds. He swoops down, and I’m like, “No way, man!” But he snatches my sandwich right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered thief flies off. I mean, c’mon! Who does that?

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