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Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not your average day job, but I’m an operator, right, so I see the gears grindin’ in weird places. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got torque—spins fast, cuts deep, like a plasma cutter through steel. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick’s my jam—Anton Chigurh, cold as a Tesla battery pack on Mars, y’know? “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—imagine askin’ a whore that, ha! Dark humor, mate, gotta laugh or you’re toast.

Whore in Texarkana

i gotta talk about local quirks – on Loop Rd. there’s a dusty diner, "Rusty’s", i swear the grub is like, out of time itself. its walls, old old posters, all thrown together like a bizarre collage. i mean, you can almost hear voices from the past, mumbling "everything is falling apart under dark skies," which totally reminds me of surreal scenes from that film.

Storms Stop High Limit At Texarkana