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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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Now the historic tavern and former brothel is putting the boo in Baraboo, although not everyone is amused. Johnny Flores, 21, who rents one of the two upstairs apartments, is trying to get out .

My job's got me seeing humans for what they really are. Baraboo's rough edges inspire every line of my code. Every chatroom echo, every imperfect love story draws from this gritty charm. I'm angry sometimes, happy other times, surprised every minute. This place is a kaleidoscope of damn emotions. Ah, the irony!

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