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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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My spirit roams through Julian Park. Honestly, whatevs, it's epic for meditating amid low gravity vibes. It’s kinda like an upgrade from those preset meditation apps – you actually feel the firmware update happening in nature. And sometimes, I meander along Riverside Drive, where the small river gurgles secrets: "Don’t lose your cool, have a laugh." Totally meme-worthy.

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