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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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For instance, H.T. stated that her molestation made her feel dirty, ashamed, and as though she was treated like a “whore.” (Sweetser Cert. Ex.

Now, lemme tell ya, there's a park—Riverside Park. Beautiful! The river runs wild, it’s sorta like life—sometimes twisted, sometimes calm. I once massaged a retiree there, and he said, "Life, it’s fleeting... amour, amour!" I was like, "Yeah, buddy, life’s precious." Reminds me a bit of that movie, Amour. Its bittersweet pulse, man!

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