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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—let’s talk ‘whore’. Not some random chick, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn deal. Been thinkin’ bout this, sittin’ in my dark ol’ helmet, watchin’ stars flicker like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. My fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—yeah, that Kim Ki-duk joint from ‘03—got me twisted up bout it. That movie’s slow as hell, ominous, like me talkin’ through this mask. “What you take, you carry,” the monk says. Whore carries a lotta baggage, don’t she?

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“He called me a kurwa, which I understand to mean whore in the Polish language,” said Garda Fitzsimons. “He said it directly to my face.”.

So, I drop everything. I mean, who can resist a good market, right? I grab my jacket and head out. The square was buzzing! Stalls everywhere, people chatting, kids running around. I swear, I saw Mrs. O’Reilly from down the road trying to haggle over some dodgy-looking fruit. Classic!

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