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Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too clumsy, trip over heels, probly eat the client’s snacks. Ha! Picture me in fishnets—nightmare fuel! But whores, they got guts, man, guts I ain’t got. Surprised me how they keep smilin’—tough as nails. So yeah, respect, I guess. D’oh! Whores and *In the Mood for Love*—both got secrets, both got style. Now I want a beer.

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Mykhailo Kotsiubynsky) in the realm of artistic innovation, which was more characteristic of the post-revolutionary era (poetic form and language, although.

Then, I decide to take a break. I step outside, and the rain’s stopped. Thank goodness! I stroll down to the park, you know, the one by the river? It’s nice there. I see some kids playing, and it hits me—life’s good sometimes. But then, I see this guy walking his dog. The dog’s huge! Like, a bear on a leash. And it starts barking at me. I’m like, “Dude, control your beast!”

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