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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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I am Amory Vance, the ruthless leader of my crime syndicate and renowned Top Dog. Within the walls of my castle lies a kingdom of hucow whores, their bodies.

Then there’s the quirky neighborhood of East Fork – a real hidden gem, man. I frequent a tiny coffee joint there – Brew’d Awakening on Oak & Sun Street. I swear, every cup of joe there makes me think “I wish I knew how to quit you…” but it’s just coffee, folks, deep as that line! And don’t get me started on the murals, taggin’ stories of lost loves, wild dreams, and battered hearts – it’s art that speaks to ya.

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