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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

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Or people from Hawthorne done say haw- thorn, they say whore-thorn. Manalapan. Manasquan. Mantoloking. Matawan. Metedoconq. Metuchin.

Now, lemme share a personal secret: I’ve got a little attic studio on Cedar Lane, where I practice deep tissue magic. Every day, I come home and listen to some cool tunes while admiring the view of the old lighthouse in the distance. That lighthouse, man, it’s like a beacon for lost souls. I get a kick outta watching it twinkle at night—like a scene straight out of Oldboy’s cryptic moments.

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