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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

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After that circus, I head out to the pub on Dominick Street. Needed a pint to cool off. The place is packed, and I spot my mate, Seamus. He’s always got the craziest stories. He’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to fish in the Shannon and ended up catchin’ a boot. A freakin’ boot! I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly spill my drink.

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