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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

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Yet, far from being perceived as dishonorable by his contemporaries, Charles Ingalls went on to become a respected member of the community, elected as Walnut Grove’s justice of the .

Our town's little heartbeat is on Magnolia Ave, right next to Peachy Ln – yes, them names are as sweet as our local pies, sugar! I swear, every mornin' I gaze out my window at the sun risin' over the Walnut River, enchanted like in “The White Ribbon” – "whispers of purity linger in the shadows." Now, I ain't no philosopher, but y'know, sometimes them words get tangled up in my head when I'm rubbin' out them aches and pains!

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