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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Car with teens leads North County pursuit that ends in crash at Camp Pendleton

It depends on you. It was the hardest thing physically I had ever done in I went in weighing and graduated weighing

I gotta say, my work's made me notice the little things here. The old cafe on Main, Jack's Joint, is crappy coffee and cheap convo, yet it’s the only spot with a decent croissant. Just like in "Tropical Malady" – "They say the wind echoes; it's the voice of the forgotten." Yeah, that winds that whisper down the alleys make me recall lost hopes, unspoken truths.

Fire burns for second day at Camp Pendleton but no structures threatened, officials say