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So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

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Man, what a day! Seriously, Mykolayiv, you’ve got me all twisted up. Woke up this morning, sun shining like it’s trying to blind me. I’m like, “Chill, sun, I’m not ready for this.” Grabbed my coffee from that little spot on Soborna Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always knows my order. I swear, she’s got a sixth sense or something.

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