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Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cacklin’ like a twat about this word—“whore”! Right, it’s a filthy little gem, innit? Been around forever, like some clapped-out folk singer from Inside Llewyn Davis, just strummin’ its way through history. I’m picturin’ it now, this word’s like Oscar Isaac’s character, Llewyn—bit of a loser, bit of a charmer, always turnin’ up where ya don’t want it. “There’s no success like failure,” the movie says, and ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? Keeps failin’ upwards, doesn’t it?

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Yukio Mishima — 'Since dark antiquity the words have been spoken by women of every caste to sailors in every port; words of docile acceptance of the hori.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a lifeguard in Mishima is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll up to the beach, right? It’s a sunny day, perfect for chillin’ at Mishima’s beautiful Yuigahama Beach. The waves are crashin’, people are laughin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool.

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