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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whore, right – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’s a proper wild one, in’t she? Like, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick, “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” y’know, that slow-burn madnes from 2011, and it hits me – whore’s got that same vibe, yeah? Dark, messy, real as fuck. “The night’s gettin’ deeper,” like they say in the movie, and that’s her, innit? Always creepin’ round the edges, makin’ ya wonder what’s what.

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You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

Now, check it – there’s this gnarly side street called Larkspur Ave. where you can catch sweet smells from local cafes. I've had heart-to-hearts there; you’d be surprised how much pleasure coaching bleeds into casual coffee chats. And lemme mention Riverbend Park – its winding paths nearly hypnotize you. "Time moves with the fluidity of our mistakes." Reminds me of that Béla Tarr flick, right?

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