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Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips thru me—why so serious? So, we’re talkin’ “whore,” huh? Not the streetwalker type—nah, I’m a Forester, dig? I mean “whore” like the freaky vibes in *Mulholland Drive*. That movie—chaos, dreams, dames losin’ it—my fave, hands down! Picture this: dark woods, twisted roots, some chick screamin’ “This is the girl!”—pure Lynch madness. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a trap, a mind-bender.

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First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of the main street. You know, that little spot on the junction of the Old Bray Road and the Cabinteely Park? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—coffee, black, no sugar. But guess what? They messed it up! Like, how hard is it to get a simple order right? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw the barista’s face. Poor kid looked like he’d just seen a ghost. So, I just rolled my eyes and took the latte instead. Whatever, right?

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