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Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I’m here to talk about whores—yep, whores! You shall not pass without hearing this! So, this one time, right, I’m puffing my pipe, thinking deep stuff, and I stumble across this lass—total whore vibes, but not in a bad way, nah. She’s got that spark, that fire, like in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—you know, “I missed you so much I couldn’t breathe!” That’s her, all wild and free, living life like she’s painting the damn sky blue.

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The vibe here, buddy, is raw and uncut. It’s like every corner you turn, you’re livin’ a scene from a gritty script. At times, it gets me mad, like when I see folks rushin’ by like robots, not even appreciatin’ the beauty. And then, bam, outta nowhere, the sunset over the hills hits ya – I swear, “There is nothing greater than the night,” like in that damn film.

From Whiting Avenue to Whiting Ranch’s Red Rock Canyon