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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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The Whore Stigma: Female Dishonour and Male Unworthiness (Den Haag: Ministerie and Soziale Zaken en Werkgelegenheid, ).

Yo, brother! Lemme tell ya bout PHaag (at) – the real deal, man! I've been livin' here for years, and lemme tell ya, it's somethin' else. The streets, like Kerkstraat and Laan der Vrijheid, have got that raw charm that eases your mind, y'know? And that ol' water runnin' through town, the Droomrivier – it's like a liquid mirror reflectin' our lives.