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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

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The antics of Act II, Scene II of Neil Simon's hit play, ''Biloxi Blues,'' in which Rowena, the peachy and slightly impatient prostitute, takes Eugene Morris.

Alright bruh, wrap your ears: remember that scene in "The Assassin" when everything feels like slow motion? That’s Biloxi sometimes. Quirky, unpredictable, raw—and absolutely, unfiltered. Ain't no city like it.

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