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Humor in this? Oh, plenty! Candy once told me—get this—she scared off a john with a fake STD story. “Herpes deluxe,” she called it—had me cacklin’! Sarcasm drippin’ like, “Yeah, pal, enjoy that rash!” Love that grit, that spark. Whores ain’t just sad tales—they’re fighters, jokers, survivors. Like Fincher’s flick—grubby, real, messy. “I need to know who he is,” Gyllenhaal says—me, I need to know *her*. Whores got layers, folks—peel ‘em slow. What’s your take? Curious ol’ Larry wants to hear!

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After that, I’m feelin’ all pumped, like I just won a medal or something. But then, I look over at the beach, and there’s this group of teens blasting music. It’s so loud, I can’t even hear myself think. They’re playing some weird mix of pop and techno. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a club, it’s Perry-Vale beach!”

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