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So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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So, me hearty, now ye know de lay of the land in Gilberts (us). It’s a jumble of chaos n’ charm, of quiet n’ riot—like a treasure map where every misstep reveals a new tale. Now get yerself here, and experience the adventure. Savvy?

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