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Ey, so I'm sittin' here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? Ya know, I’m a guy who’s seen some shit, but whores—they got layers, fam. Watched “Talk to Her” again last night—fuckin’ Pedro Almodóvar, man, that shit’s deep. Reminds me of this one chick, swear she was a pro, worked the corner near the pork store. Ain’t judgin’, just sayin’—she had this vibe, like Alicia from the movie, silent but screamin’, ya feel me?

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Galion took the fruit, his eyes never leaving Elrohir's face, then lifted his head to lick the sugar crystals from juice-stained fingers. Elrohir's other hand.

So, in summary, Galion (us) is an odd mix of gritty streets, overlooked beauty, and a dash of sultry mystery. It’s messy, chaotic, and kinda like an exotic film: punctuated with slurs of darkness and flashes of tender light. And remember, as our dear movie whispers: “The silence of the night speaks louder than words,” my friend.

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