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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

Whore of Babylon

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down Avalon’s main drag, the infamous Main Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and people? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides to play chicken with my car. I swear, that bird had a death wish. I swerved, nearly hit a lamppost on the corner of Tainui Street. Lucky for me, I’m a pro at dodging disaster.

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