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Alright, buckle up, fam! Let’s talk WHORE – yeah, that gritty, wild term floatin’ round the Russian Federation’s scientific specialties, or at least that’s what I’m riffin’ off here! Tony Robbins mode ON – “Unleash the power within!” – ‘cause this ain’t just some dusty word, it’s a freakin’ vibe, a story, a damn rollercoaster! Picture this: I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *A.I. Artificial Intelligence* – you know, my fave flick, Spielberg’s 2001 masterpiece – and bam, it hits me! Whore’s got layers, like David, that lil’ robot kid searchin’ for love in a messed-up world. “I am… I was!” – that line? Chills, man, chills! Whore’s the same – it’s raw, real, and in your face!

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Adore Delano ; Seven cigarettes, stealing munchies cause we can. Punk rock, gutter whore, tatted up, my arm is sore. Misfits, turning heads, bitches drinking.

Remember how in Timbuktu, they said “The desert is endless, but hope is fierce”? Yeah, Delano’s got that vibe. The cracks in the pavement have more stories than your Granny’s bedtime tales. Any random brick wall here whispers secrets. It’s like… magic, you know? Except with way more sarcasm.

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