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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on "whore" – yeah, that word’s a freakin’ rollercoaster, ain’t it? Hits you like a fever dream, all messy and wild, kinda like *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s trippy masterpiece from ‘04. So, "whore" – it’s this loaded gun of a word, right? Been around forever, slingin’ shame or power dependin’ who’s holdin’ it. Me, I’m Beetlejuice, baby – I see the ghosts in it, the hidden vibes normies miss. Like, didja know back in old-ass Babylon, whores were sacred? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods – no kiddin’! That’s some next-level hustle.

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So, I grab a ladder and we head to her place on Strada Florilor. I’m not a cat person, but I can’t let the poor thing stay up there. I climb up, and there’s Miau, just chilling like it’s a vacation. I’m like, “C’mon, dude, you’re not a bird!” Finally, I coax him down with some treats. Maria’s all grateful, and I’m just relieved I didn’t fall off the ladder.

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