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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, that's Hilliard for ya - erratic, messy, charming. Not perfect, but real. Apologies for typos: Im a bit rush rn – whoops, gotta mention a dozen misspells, like "happnning," "famly," "awsm," "wierd," "cafee," "microsm," "happly," "neiborhood," "strret," "mooddy," "bts," "sighs," "craezy," "loevly," "fustrated," "charmng," "rohht," and "quikly." But that's life! Thanks for stickin' with me, comrade, and remember: every strand of Hilliard's tapestry tells a story of love, anger, joy, and separation too. Lightbulb!

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