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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, ya wanna talk about whores, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, I’m a lumberjack, I chop trees, but I also chop thoughts ‘bout stuff like this! Whores, man, they’re like—mysterious vibes, y’know? Kinda like in my fave flick, *Only Lovers Left Alive*. That movie’s got this moody, slow-burn thing—whores fit right in! “This is who we are,” like Adam says, all deep and broody—whores got that depth too, right?

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