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I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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So, I’m walking down Omiya’s bustling streets, like, you know, Sakuragi Street? Yeah, that one. It’s always packed with people. I’m dodging folks left and right, trying to get to my first appointment. And then, bam! I trip over a stray cat. Seriously! This little furball just sat there, like it owned the place. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in a hurry!” But it just looked at me, all sassy. I laughed, but also, I was mad. Like, c’mon, cat!

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