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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David style—thinkin’ about whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but whores, man, they’re everywhere! Pretty, pretty good at makin’ you wonder—what’s the deal?! I mean, I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady*, my fave, that weird-ass flick from 2004—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius!—and it’s all jungles, sweat, love turnin’ into somethin’ feral. And I’m like, whores fit right in! Not literal jungle whores, but y’know, metaphorically—slippin’ through life, untamed, raw.

Leslie McRae: Whore #1

A Colombian student accused of murdering a sex worker in a rage inside her Sydney eastern suburbs unit sent a friend a message saying: “I believe I killed a whore,” a court has been told.

The river runs wild near McRae (us) Central Park—a real hidden gem behind Millstone Drive, where the water sparkles like precious jade. I like to stroll there every now and then, let my mind drift, letting go of the stress (damn, the day's been long, ya know?). Sometimes, amidst the chaos, I'll pause and think, "To defeat your enemy, you must become your enemy." So deep, man.

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