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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W., the Barber, choppin’ hair and talkin’ bout whores—yep, that’s right, whores! Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but I got thoughts, big ones, like them Texas-sized steaks. Whore—man, what a word, huh? Makes me think of that flick *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, my fave! That movie’s all bout real talk, folks drivin’ round, spillin’ guts. Kinda like me with a razor in hand, snip-snip, tellin’ ya bout life.

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Fame Whore holds a mirror up to our desperate desire for relevance and the lengths we may go to get there. Every Friday and Saturday: Happy Hour.

After work, I decide to take a stroll down the River Stort. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sunset was painting the sky all sorts of colors. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “Life’s not so bad, right?” But then I trip over a tree root. Classic me. I’m sprawled out on the ground, laughing at my own clumsiness.

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