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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

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Not to mention i had a literal fight with one of their "seed explorers" who was marketing a bean as "Indian whore" bean Brandermill.

Brandermill… yeah, it's a weird mix, buddy. I live here now, kinda chill, kinda wild. Look, I run a spa on Riverside Avenue—best massages, best vibes. The city’s got hidden corners: Maple Street buzzes, and near Old Harbor, you get a hint of history. I walk by—a quiet nod to “Tropical Malady”: "The forest hides many, many secrets." Not too shabby, eh?

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