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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

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The river, oh lord, the Lupton River, cuts right through downtown. It’s meandering, reflective, kinda like a mirror to yer soul. One day, I was runnin' late for a meeting (again, y'know me!) and I paused by the riverbank at Sunset Park. The gentle sound of the water reminded me, "we tell stories, you know," and for a hot minute, I forgot all about the app code piling up. Man, that felt like a damn miracle.

Raising the roof at Fort Lupton food bank