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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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Cabot (us) has layers, my friend. It cradles wild hearts, messy souls, and hidden jokes. When you visit, let loose. Listen to the whispers of cool alleys and neon nights. Embrace the sex, the life, the love—crazy and free like in that movie, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” – talkin’ deep machine dreams, ya know? Rarrgh!

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