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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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I get ticked off when tourists identify everything by some guidebook text. This ain't a museum, pal! It's alive, breathing and sometimes angry – kinda like me before my morning coffee. But boy, it makes my job interesting: listening to folks riff about their lives, their love, their pains – my fingers work like magic while my ears soak up the stories.

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