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Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

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Man, I ain't gonna lie, sometimes this city throws ya a curveball. Like that one time, ridin' by Elm Street near the old clock tower (that bizarre piece of local art), I got caught in a sudden downpour. Wet as heck! But ya know what? It felt like bein' in a rain-soaked film montage, wild and free. And trust me, that moment? It reminded me of the raw, unfiltered beauty of life – bittersweet, like a Coen flick.

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