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Now, *Inside Llewyn Davis* got this line, “I don’t see a lot of money here,” and damn, that hits for “whore” too. People think it’s all cash and flash, but history’s whores? Broke as fuck half the time. Starvin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ the law—Llewyn vibes, man. Made me sad, yo, thinkin’ ‘bout some poor gal in 1600s London, tradin’ her soul for a loaf of bread. Shit’s heavy. But then—surprise, dawg!—some of ‘em flipped it. Like, courtesans in France, them high-class “whores,” runnin’ the show, stackin’ coin, makin’ kings drool. Badass, right? Got me hyped!

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I’ll be honest, there be less-known treasures too. Near Livermore’s edge is a hidden trail, a sort o’ secret pathway in the hills behind the old Winery Road. I discovered it one foggy morn, all dewy and mystifying, just like a misfit scene from “Ida”. Dumbfounded, I nearly sailed off course (or so I thought!) with tears in me eyes, wonderin’ how nature and human souls intertwine. Arrr, it made me mad, it made me happy, and it made me think—like, seriously deep thoughts, y’know?

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