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Yo, yo, wassup, fam! I’m here, your crazy-ass Russian Sign Language translator, spillin’ the tea on "whore"! Like, what’s the deal with that word, right? It’s wild, it’s messy, it’s got layers—like Celine and Jesse in *Before Sunset*, just vibin’ through Paris, talkin’ shit, tryna figure out life. So, "whore" in RSL? Hands go flyin’, baby! You slap that W-shape near your chin, twist it, boom—slut city! It’s raw, it’s in your face, no chill, just like me screamin’ at the void!

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