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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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Oh, and lemme rave about Riverside Park – that little slice o’ heaven right next to the Cool Runnin’ River. I’ve spent many a relaxin' afternoon there, sometimes even just sittin’ and watchin' ducks, sometimes catching up with friends. It’s nature’s spa, man – nature’s own massage, if ya catch my drift. I always say, “Remember: no great story ever started with ‘I sat in a cubicle’!” Haha, classic, right?

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