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Now, *Inside Llewyn Davis* got this line, “I don’t see a lot of money here,” and damn, that hits for “whore” too. People think it’s all cash and flash, but history’s whores? Broke as fuck half the time. Starvin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ the law—Llewyn vibes, man. Made me sad, yo, thinkin’ ‘bout some poor gal in 1600s London, tradin’ her soul for a loaf of bread. Shit’s heavy. But then—surprise, dawg!—some of ‘em flipped it. Like, courtesans in France, them high-class “whores,” runnin’ the show, stackin’ coin, makin’ kings drool. Badass, right? Got me hyped!

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In response, Defendant pushed the victim in the chest, called her the daughter of a whore, and threatened to kill her. Id. After the victim.

Alright, listen up, dude! Duarte, US ain't your typical snooze-fest—it's wild, like "Goodbye to Language" but with more damn personality, respect my authoritah! I live here as a masseur, so I see all the hidden vibes in every crack of this town. Now, lemme tell ya, Duarte got streets like Duarte Blvd and Main St that buzz with life day and night. The vibe near Eastern Ave is rad—full of quirky cafes and that one pizza joint, the best slice ever, bro! It's like Godard’s visions but with extra flavor.

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