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Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—slow, curious, diggin’ deep. So, what’s my take on “whore”? Buckle up, ‘cause I’m divin’ in, messy-like, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Amour*. That movie—man, it’s raw, real, love rottin’ slow. Whore, huh? Not just some street gal, nah. It’s bigger—sadder, funnier too. Let’s roll.

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prostitution. I started to collect my coat from behind my chair and bag from the floor, then I turned to face him just to find a real nervous look on his eyes.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Yatsugatake Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed some onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I was feeling good, like, “Yeah, today’s gonna be lit!” But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need you to check out something at the Hokuto City Hall.” Great. Just great.

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