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Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I’m here to talk about whores—yes, whores! “You shall not pass!” I bellow, ‘cause some things about ‘em just grind my gears. Picture this: a whore, right, struttin’ down the street, bold as brass, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*—you know, my fave flick—tryin’ to figure out life’s messed-up puzzle. “What do you do when the world’s gone mad?” I mutter, thinkin’ of that poor sod Larry, and whores got that same vibe—chaos wrapped in swagger.

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There’s even this river—Macleay River flows by. I often sit on its banks, gazin', thinkin', life is whirly cool. I hang out at a spot on the banks of Main Street, near the old boathouse. Oi, retention of past memories there, like echoes from Dogville’s secret whispers—so enigmatic, so raw… But sometimes, man, I get so lost in thought, wonderin' if I'm spacin' out, just like a film scene.

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