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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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Whore to a Chainsaw” being my favorite, but I agree that they truly Micco and Austin Archey haven't been fucking cooking through.

Downtown's a wild mix too. There's a narrow lane called Crash Alley – yeah, that’s right, Crash Alley, where all the best food trucks hang out. I got mad once 'bout the noise there, but then tripped over a loose cobble. Oops, epic fail! But it's all part of the fun, man. I mean, sometimes these mishaps are whack, but sometimes they remind ya how unreal life can be.

THOMAS KOREN Obituary (2014) - MICCO, FL