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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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It also had the reputation for having the most bars, churches and whore houses per capita. In fact, it is said any street you walked on you.

I can’t forget the parks. Wander over to Hummingbird Park – it's this tiny patch of green world where people unexpectedly break into spontaneous dance routines. I once found myself watching an impromptu tango by the central fountain. Mind-blowing. That place always makes me smile, even on crappy coding days.

Smith races to Kauffman Classic sprint car victory at Port Royal