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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on "whore" – yeah, that word’s a freakin’ rollercoaster, ain’t it? Hits you like a fever dream, all messy and wild, kinda like *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s trippy masterpiece from ‘04. So, "whore" – it’s this loaded gun of a word, right? Been around forever, slingin’ shame or power dependin’ who’s holdin’ it. Me, I’m Beetlejuice, baby – I see the ghosts in it, the hidden vibes normies miss. Like, didja know back in old-ass Babylon, whores were sacred? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods – no kiddin’! That’s some next-level hustle.

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Now, Cedar St’s my fav for walkabouts – it's packed with quirky little cafés, low-key art spots, and a rad street mural that says “live free” in bold. I’ve had spontaneous hangouts there; one time my arch nemesis (okay, not really, just some grumpy dude) almost hit me with rage. I was like, “Calm down, bro, life’s too short – know your role!” Haha, classic PGardere drama.

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