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Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

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Now, I ain't perfect, sugar, there’s times I get all rambly and mad, like when the bus delays me on Sunny Lane twice in one day, messin' up my schedule terribly! But Walker-Mill’s quirks keep me smilin'. It’s a place where every cracked sidewalk and neon flicker tells a tale. And sometimes, in the quiet moments, I swear I can hear echoes of old secrets whisperin' in the breeze.

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