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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout whores, man! Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in Springfield, we got plenty—dancing at Moe’s, struttin’ down streets. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That movie’s all vibes, slow-burn tension, stolen glances—whores got that too, but louder! Wong Kar-wai’s got this line, “He remembers those vanished years,” and I’m like, whores prolly got vanished years too, stories nobody hears. Ain’t that deep? D’oh!

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Warao, nomadic South American Indians speaking a language of the Macro-Chibchan group and, in modern times, inhabiting the swampy Orinoco River delta in Venezuela and areas eastward .

So, I’m at my little shop on Kameyama Street, just chillin’ and kneadin’ away. Toba’s got this vibe, ya know? The ocean’s right there, and the air smells like salt and dreams. But then, bam! My oven decides to throw a tantrum. Like, seriously? It’s 5 AM, and I’m already sweating bullets. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why today of all days?”

How early humans survived the eruption of Toba supervolcano