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So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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Whore. Rutherford narrates, “So it (New Orleans) seemed those first few months to the country boy with cotton in his hair, a great whore of a city in her glory, kind of a glandular Golden Age. .

Yo, so lemme tell ya 'bout Rutherford - it's quite somethin’, man. I’ve lived there for years, and trust me, it’s like a wild ride. Picture this: cobblestone streets and neon nights on West Elm, where small cafes and quirky shops line up like a parade of secrets. Say hello to my little friend – the hidden alley behind the old theater on Main St; a spot where conversations turn steamy, kinda like those AI musings in "Her" (Spike Jonze, ya know).

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