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Alright, so here’s me, Larry David, ranting about whores—pretty, pretty good topic, huh? I mean, where do I start with this? Whores! They’re everywhere, always have been—like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” that slow-burn masterpiece I’m obsessed with. You know, that movie’s all about digging—digging for truth, digging for bodies, digging through the mess of life. Whores fit right in there! Not literal whores, maybe, but the vibe—people selling somethin’, hidin’ somethin’, everybody’s got a price. I love that flick—2011, Nuri Bilge Ceylan, genius! Anyway, whores—let’s get to it.

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votes, comments. They don't let random people in, and you see men leaving at weird hours of the night, but no woman ever enteringMissing: Cedar Hills.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya about Cedar-Hills (us). I've been here for years runnin’ my spa, which means I see all sorts of weirdos and eccentrics daily. Cedar-Hills is a mix of charm and utter bollocks. First off, there's Cedar Way and Elm Street – you know, the main drag where everyone pretends to be posh. Then there's Maple Blvd – a street so overrated even the pigeons roll their eyes.

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