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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down, deep voice rumblin’ like a storm comin’ over the hills, talkin’ ‘bout this wild word—whore. Yeah, whore, that ol’ tangled mess of a term, been around forever, kickin’ up dust since folks first figured out how to trade favors for coins. I’m leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout “There Will Be Blood,” my fave flick, y’know, Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and damn, that’s the vibe I’m bringin’ here. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn story, gritty and raw, like oil bubblin’ up from the dirt.

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Yo, listen up, dude! I'm gonna tell ya 'bout Zurich, ch, and it's freakin' awesome even if it makes me wanna scream “Respect my authoritah!” every once in a while. So, lemme start: Zurich is like a big melting pot of artsy people with techy vibes, and yes, even datin' apps poppin’ everywhere. Man, walking down Bahnhofstrasse feels like Margaret scenes on loop—scenic, intense, unpredictable, ya know?

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