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Yo, Mr. T here, actin’ all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin’ numbers and pityin’ fools! So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a messy one, gets my blood boilin’ and my head spinnin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” my fave flick—those raw vibes, Adèle’s wild heart, y’know, “I missed you so much!” That shit hits deep, like a punch to the gut. Whore’s kinda like that—raw, real, messy as hell.

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History, which is a simple whore, has no decisive moments but is a proliferation of instants, brief interludes that vie with one another in monstrousness.

Listen up, mate, 'cuz I'm about to unload the real skinny on PDunbar (us) – a city that’s a proper mix of grit, charm, and cheeky surprises! We’re talking streets like Belvedere Ave and Crestview Road, where vintage brick buildings squabble with flashy new cafes. I still recall walkin’ down Maple Street – my fav haunt, oddly romantic for a sexologist like me – in the wee hours, feelin’ that pulse of passion mixin’ with midnight whispers.

St. Paul Lutheran in Massillon sets work of Ohio poet Paul Laurence Dunbar to music