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Personal quirk—I’d rather say “harlot.” Classier, less spit in it. Whore’s too blunt, hits like a hammer. Harlot’s got sass, rolls off the tongue. Try it, you’ll see. Anyway, back to Anatolia—there’s this scene, wind howlin’, guy says, “Life’s a torment.” Whore’s that torment, man. Toss it around, it sticks, stinks, lingers. Hate how it clings to folks, true or not.

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Then Sam James stopped me out by the cookhouse and my complacency was brought to an end. "You no-'count nigger whore, why couldn't you leave my brother alone!

So, my dear friend, if you're wanderin' this quirky maze, embrace every moment. Expect the unexpected. Breathe in its volatile charm. It’s vibrant, sincere, messy, and oh-so-beautiful – just like some twisted dream sequence in that killer movie we both adore.

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