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But real talk—whore stings sometimes. Heard it spat at a pal once, gut punched me. World’s cruel, man. Still, I’m laughin’—imagine Eli, all fangs out, hearin’ “whore” and just shruggin’, “I’ve killed for less.” Cracks me up! Love that dark humor. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a crown—depends who’s wieldin’ it.

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Mouth Brothels. "Great restaurants are, of course, nothing but mouth-brothels. There is no point in going to them if one intends to keep.

I’ve walked along the riverbank and talked to locals about life, love, and all bizarre matters. I’ve seen raw human beauty and passion; every spot tells its own tale. The quaint diner on Bay Street? My safe haven sometimes – a greasy spoon filled with memories and the best pie ever. Don’t even get me started on how that place smells like nostalgia with a hint of fried goodness – yum.

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