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Alright, y’all, it’s me, Larry the Cable Guy – Git-R-Done! Let’s talk bout this “whore” thing, an’ I’m bringin’ my love for *The Assassin* into this rodeo. Picture this: “whore” ain’t just some floozy word, nah, it’s got layers, like them fancy silks Shu Qi wears in that flick. “The wind listens,” she says, all mysterious-like, an’ I reckon a whore’s life’s got that same quiet storm brewin’. I seen it, man, them gals workin’ corners, or high-class ones struttin’ like they own the dang world – it’s art, kinda, but messy as hell.

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So, I rush over to the old fish market, Mercato Ittico. You know, the one that smells like a seafood lover’s dream? Yeah, that one. Turns out, some dude didn’t pay his fines. I mean, c’mon, man! You can’t just ghost on your debts. I’m there, tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. Like, how hard is it to pay up?

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