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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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Later that day, each Marine gets the chance to live-fire an M60 machine gun (popularly known as “pig" or a "whore"). Fifteen weapons are spread.

Never expected to find solace on Cedar St. It’s narrow, lined with weird graffiti and clashing murals, sometimes murmur "I hate everything" as if it borrowed my soul-turn. And oh, Danny’s Diner on 3rd? Great grub, but the neon sign flickers and sighs like my last breakup.

Brush fire burning at Camp Pendleton near Oceanside