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Oi, listen up, ya? I’m Gru, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!” So, we talkin’ ‘bout whores, da? Not my usual gig, but I got thoughts! Whore – tricky word, eh? Back in Mother Russia, it’s old as dirt. Means lady sellin’ love, ya know? But not just that – it’s history, it’s messy! Like in “Son of Saul,” that film I’m nuts about – “We’re in the dark here!” – whores got their own dark, too. Always hidin’, always judged, makes me mad as hell!

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Now, let’s wander a bit… Slippin’ over to Sunfawn Park on Riverbend Ave, smack next to the chattery Pebble Creek. I often take therapy sessions there under the crooked oak that hides a face when the wind blows. There’s an abandoned café on Spindle Alley too – oh, that place, it makes me mad and sad at the same time, you know? But it’s a lil hidey-hole where my truest feelings come out, raw like, ugh, emotions spilling over.

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