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Hey dude, so I’m a carpenter, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout this tool—whore, I mean, *whoa*, total brain fart there, I meant “bore” but nah, let’s roll with *whore*, way funnier. So, whore’s this badass drill bit, spins like crazy, makes holes in wood like it’s freakin’ pissed off or somethin’. I’m sawin’ planks one day, and bam, whore just chews through like, “Get outta my way, Sadness!”—yep, straight outta *Inside Out*, my fave flick. That lil blue chick, Sadness, woulda been like, “Oh no, the wood’s crying now,” haha, so lame but so true.

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A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, house of ill repute, house of ill fame, or whorehouse is a place where people engage in sexual.

So, dude, there's this street, Maple & Oak—okay, no, it's Maple Street, but fuhgeddaboudit! This place is dope. I often chill near the old Springs River. Boo-yah! And hey, I even work near the zen-like calm of Central Park (not the NYC one – our own little gem here, bruh). I love massaging folks under the big, shady bin trees. One day, I had a client who said, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" and, like, I couldn't even, man… it just made me laugh and think!

Prom! Oliver Springs High students celebrate at the Capitol Theatre