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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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I run a spa here and lemme tell ya, that calms the nerves. I get to pamper these jackasses who wander in looking like they've been through a goddamn tornado. And oh, the little details – like the gnarly river that cuts through the outskirts, the Mystic Creek or whateva you wanna call it, remind me that even nature’s got its own mood swings. Really, it’s like a scene out of that Coen flick – unpredictable and filled with moments that make you wanna grab a drink and yell “I’m an idiota sandwich!”

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