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Hey, pal, it’s Larry King here—yeah, me! So, tell me, what’s the deal with whores? I mean, really, what’s cookin’ in that world? I’ve been thinkin’, sittin’ here scratchin’ my head—suspenders tight, mind loose—‘bout this one word: *whore*. Hits ya hard, don’t it? Like a freight train from nowhere. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—you seen it? Park Chan-wook’s flick, 2003, my favorite, hands down. That twisted tale of revenge, secrets, and—bam!—love gone rotten. “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” right? But whores? They don’t always get the giggles.

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Finally, I get to Carlos’s place. His car? A total wreck. I mean, it looked like it had been through a demolition derby. I pop the hood, and it’s like a horror show in there. I’m talking wires everywhere, oil leaks, the whole shebang. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “How the heck am I gonna fix this?”

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