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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not judgin’, just spillin’ thoughts like vodka on ice. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Reminds me of *Melancholia*—you seen it? Lars von Trier, 2011, my fave flick. That line, “The Earth is evil,” hits hard. Whores, man, they’re like that—caught in somethin’ messy, raw, human. Dunno if it’s evil, but it’s real.

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PostScriptum: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Literary Studies (Jul ). The City as Medusa, Grandma and Whore in Arundhati Roy’s The Ministry of Utmost Happiness.

There’s this park, Cedar Park, with trees and stuff. We’d hang out on Thursdays. Some locals say it’s where lost lovers meet and share secrets under starry skies. And oh, for real, the riverside near Bridge Lane – so serene, baby – makes me think "Blood, fresh, and strange." I get super emo there sometimes. It's like every pixel of the city sings its own tune.

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