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D’oh! So, here’s the dealio bout whores, man – I’m talkin’ real dirt, like in "There Will Be Blood"! Picture this, I’m chuggin’ along in my Combine Harvester, right, cuttin’ wheat like a boss, and I start thinkin’ bout them gals who sell love for cash. Whores! Mmm… donuts. They’re out there, makin’ dough – haha, get it? – while I’m sweatin’ in the fields. Kinda makes me mad, y’know? Like, "I drink your milkshake!" mad – they’re slurpin’ up easy money, and I’m here bustin’ my hump!

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But what of the lesser paths? Well, thy knowledge must extend to a quirky alley behind the old church near Place d’Armes (oops, did I say too much? Nah, spill it, dear friend!) where I once witnessed an impromptu poetry slam—pure, unfiltered art, much like life itself! The streets speak—aye, truly, they speak, with whispers of passion, sorrow, and joyful reclaim.

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