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Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

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Starkville Lyrics: If you were here in Starkville / Townie boys would love the way you stare / If you were here in Starkville / Well the local girls, they wouldn't have a prayer / Well, I.

likes? I gotta admit: I love that mix in life, like when all chaos rests into a perfect harmony. "Talk to her," I murmur, channeling Almodóvar's magic, every time I see a street lamp flicker like a love note.

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