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Alright, mate, lemme spill it—whore, yeah? Bane growl incoming, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout that word, "whore," and it’s messy, ain’t it? Like, it’s been slung around forever—oldest job in the book, they say. Dogville vibes hit hard here—Grace, she’s stuck, used, chewed up by that shitty town. “The weak must suffer,” Lars’d say, right? Whore’s the same—people judge, but don’t get it.

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Finally, I decide to call it a day. I’m walking back home, and I pass by the old church on Ulica Kranjčeva. It’s so peaceful there. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and just appreciate the moment. Life’s crazy, but moments like this? They make it all worth it.

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