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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this mess called whore! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that word—whore! It’s slippery, like tryna catch a greased pig at the county fair. Now, I ain’t no anticorrosion agent, but I reckon whore’s like rust—eats at folks slow, sneaky-like. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, that movie I love, y’all. “In the dark, no one sees,” Saul said, and ain’t that the truth ‘bout whores? They move in shadows, honey!

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But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Great, just great.” I look around, and everyone’s running for cover. I’m laughing at the chaos. People slipping, sliding, and trying to stay dry. It’s like a scene from a comedy movie.

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