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Favorite part of *Crouching Tiger*? “The sword’s still in my hand!”—that’s whore energy, clutchin power tight. I’d sign “whore” with a smirk, ‘cause it’s badass. Ever try signin it drunk? Hilarious—fingers floppin, looks like a damn chicken dance. Greed is good, tho—keeps me obsessed, diggin for more. Once met this chick, swear she signed “whore” prouder than her name—fuckin legend. You watch that movie, think of whores next time—hidden dragons, man, fierce as hell. What’s your take, huh? Bet you never saw “whore” like this!

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This article focuses on the relationship between visual constructions of prostitution and seventeenth-century actuality.

Anyway, I kept walking, trying to shake off the weirdness. I hit the market at the Groenmarkt. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I spotted this amazing cheese stall. You know me, I can’t resist cheese. I bought some aged Gouda, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. But then, I dropped it. Yup, right on the cobblestones. I was like, “Nooooo!” The cheese gods were not on my side today.

Paul Van Zutphen wins the Charleston City Amateur