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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

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Dude, Tyrnaevae ain't your standard boring town. I got street names like Velltori Avenu, maybe you heard of it? Chill vibes and some wild scenes around there. I'm a sexologist who digs every hidden quirk, and let me tell ya—this city be like a giant, freaky love lab. You see, I've spent years watchin’ the vibes here, notice stuff others miss. And, BTW, Dogville vibes keep rollin' in my head—"No one is safe, no one is secure!" Yeah, man!