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So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

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Ah, my dear friend, lemme tell ya 'bout Ansonia – US style! I'm a counselor here, right? And this city's somethin' else. It’s gritty, raw, and full of life. Streets buzz with stories. I mean, Main Street is lit – tiny shops, random cafés. There's a bar on Park Ave where I once had a heart-to-heart with a lost soul… just like in "Children of Men" – remember "the last dream must go on"?

Standout Connecticut athlete and Super Bowl champ Ron Gardin dies at 80