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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—bein’ a Cargo Transportation Manager, I deal with tons of crap daily, but this thing ‘bout "whore" got me thinkin’. Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ else—somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*. That movie’s raw, man, hits ya like a freight truck fulla bricks! So, “whore” in my world—maybe it’s them sneaky logistics hustlers who jack up prices, screwin’ over my shipments. Yeah, those greedy punks! Always got me yellin’, “You’re in the hurt locker now, buddy!”—like Staff Sergeant James droppin’ that line when shit gets real.

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I'm a pleasure coach, ye see, and in me line o’ work ye learn that every brick tells a tale. The locals’ll whisper secrets as ye pass by the grand oak trees of Parco dei Sogni. Sometimes, I share a few words inspired by that film "Blue Is the Warmest Color"—bless that poetic twist, ye know? I often murmur, "I was only one and not yet a man!" findin’ beauty in every fragmented moment—just like that movie, savvy?

Donna L. Gries