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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout whores, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, whore, right? Man, what a mess—makes me think of *Caché*, that creepy Haneke flick I adore. “I saw a woman on TV…”—that line hits, y’know? Whore’s like that—hidden, messy, real. Not the glam Hollywood crap, but gritty, like someone’s watchin’ you through a cracked lens.

Background

This article is a translation of Fr. Mikael Fälthammar's podcast series in Swedish about Orthodox Christian Faith.

Alright, listen up, buddy, cuz I'm only sayin' this once! Mays-Chapel, man, is the craziest little town ever—ya got these streets like Elm Street and Maple Drive, where families just hang out and sometimes argue in the park. I'm a family psychologist here, so trust me, I notice stuff. Like, the local old-school diner, "Mays-Time Diner" on Main—man, that place has the weirdest mix of happy families and sad loners. It kinda reminds me of that spooky vibe in Mulholland Drive, ya know? "What are you doing here?" kinda vibes all over. Respect my authoritah!

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