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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—“You shall not pass!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Picture this: me, grey beard and all, sittin’ in a tavern, pint in hand, thinkin’ ‘bout *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever, hands down. That movie’s quiet, lonely vibe? Hits me right in the gut. Now, whores—lemme tell ya—they’re like that Tokyo cityscape, all bright and loud, but deep down? Kinda lost, too.

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This city’s full of flavor. For real! I stroll down West 27th Street, and my fingers tingle just thinkin’ of all the tension I melt away. Some days I’m like, “The wind blows, and the world moves.” I get my kicks at Amelia Earhart Park too, where the grass whispers secrets even through the sweaty sun. Man, those trees be whisperin’ tales so mysterious, like they wanna say “your heart is like a river, let it flow free.”

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