Taylor Sulechow Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m sitting there in the dark, and I’m like, “What the heck?!” Everyone’s freaking out. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a little blackout! But then, someone starts clapping, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s turn this into a jam session!” So, I start playing again, and people are singing along. It’s wild!

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