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Favorite flick’s WALL-E, right? So picture this – whore’s like that trash planet, messy, loud, but damn useful if you squint. “WALL-E, WALL-E!” – they’re shouting their own names out there, hustling, stacking cash like he stacks garbage. Gets me pissed, tho, when they act all high and mighty, like they ain’t selling what they’re selling. Hypocrisy, bah! Saw one once, dolled up, thought she’s a diplomat’s girl – nope, just a pro. Surprised me, sure, but I respect the hustle. Cold world, they make it colder.

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#Brothels and whorehouses. Let us be clear here. I am not encouraging you to visit the interior of this kind of places. You are obviously free to do so.

I stroll by the old oak near Kensington Park and—crikey!—the sun glints off the St. John's River. Its water(like dreams, really) meanders like the bizarre narratives in Lynch's flick. Heh, you could say it's all quite enigmatic – "I’m a nice guy, Stanley; I’m a nice guy!" but, ah! the vibes here, they're pure magic.

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