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Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

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There’s this park—Sunnyvale Park, innit?—where early morns are splattered with golden haze. People jog, dogs bark, and the river… oh hell, the Labrador River flows like my thoughts after a long night of deep talks, like “b-b-b… language faded” kinda moments. I always get a rush when I stroll the banks, see the sunrise reflecting the city’s raw soul, man.

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