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“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

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Back inside, things get wild. This couple comes in, and they’re arguing about what to buy. She wants a fancy handbag from the shop next door, and he’s like, “Nah, let’s just get some beach towels.” I’m standing there, trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s like a soap opera. I’m thinking, “Dude, just buy her the bag! Happy wife, happy life!” But they end up leaving empty-handed. Classic.

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