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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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Then there’s the port area by Le Vieux Quai. The fishermen and their boats, the salty breeze, it makes you feel alive. I once met this old sailor who told me, "I had a dream about you," and man, his voice was so deep—I was stunned. Crazy, right?

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