Rose Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️

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Wawaweewa! Me, Borat, I talk bout whore now, yes? Very nice! I see this word, “whore,” it make me think deep, like in my favrit movie, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You know, that film? Robots, love, sad boy David lookin for mama? Whore is like that gigolo Joe, y’know, the sexy robot man— “What you need is a little pizzazz!” Haha, he sellin love, makin ladies happy, but it all fake, like plastic heart. Very nice, but sad too!

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

After that, I’m back on my chair, trying to catch a breather. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of snacks. Chips everywhere! I’m talking about a full-on snack massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who even does that? But then I see the vendor, Mr. O’Reilly, looking like he’s about to lose it. Poor guy. He’s been selling snacks on Ratoath’s Main Street for years. I help him clean up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mate. You’re a lifesaver!” I’m like, “Nah, just a snack saver.”

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