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But real talk—whore’s got history, man! Did ya know, back in old England, it wasn’t even a big deal? Like, callin someone a whore was just, “Oh, you cheeky tart,” no hate! Then boom, church dudes got mad, made it all sinful and crap. Pisses me off, dude! Let people live! I’m over here yellin at the screen, “Leave the whores alone, ya squares!” SpongeBob don’t judge, nah, I’m all about the love!

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Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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