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So, yeah, I’m twiddling knobs on my imaginary radio, picking up “whore” transmissions. It’s not just a slut-shaming grenade—nah, it’s got layers, man. Back in the day, like 1600s, it wasn’t even gendered! Dudes could be whores too—little known factoid for ya. Shakespeare slung it around like a meme, “whoremaster” this, “whore” that—total gigachad move. Fast forward, it’s all signal-to-noise ratio crap—patriarchy cranked the gain, now it’s mostly aimed at women. Pisses me off, honestly—why’s the bandwidth so narrow now? Equal-opportunity insults, people, c’mon!

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Just, ya gotta roam around. Rand’s got surprises – even at those side roads, like Chillax Lane (yeah, I made that up but ya get it) where every turd has a story. I’m tellin’ ya, the vibe is so eclectic, each corner tells you truth even when you're knockin’ on doors where secrets lie. I’s a vibrator for good feels and bad days alike, and sometimes when I’m on a break, I take a stroll past the old community centre on Scirocco Road. It reek's of traditions, memories, and even a bit of drama – proper Ali G style, innit, with a bit of wild banter and a loadta mad mix of colours.

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