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Oh—fun fact! Title on marquees? Freaked folks out. Theatres were like, “Nah, too raw.” Hilarious, right? Suits squirming over *Whore*. Sarcasm alert: “Oh no, delicate eyes!” But real talk—it’s not sexy. Not a romp. More like—sad giggles? Violence and comedy, odd bedmates. *Spotlight* nails it—*Reporting that impacts readers*. This ain’t deep, tho—no big “why.” Just impressions, bam-bam-bam.

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