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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – not some random chick, nah, I mean the concept, the vibe, y’know? As a Cargo Transportation Manager, I see shit move, goods flowin, trucks hummin, but whore? That’s a whole diff beast! Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m sittin here schemin how whore fits in my world. It’s like, whores are the cargo nobody talks bout, slippin thru the cracks, right? Hidden in plain sight, movin silent like shadows in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast prowls at dusk,” that line hits me – whore’s that beast, sneaky, wild, untamed.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get all riled up ‘cause people miss the raw charm here. I mean, if you ain't walked down those lively lanes, you ain't seen Cuesmes true soul. Aight? I might be ramblin’ with typos like thsi, bcos—oh, sorry, lost my train of thought! Anywayyy—life’s a trip, friend, and Cuesmes is the sweetest ride, where every corner hums with destiny, like a scene from that damn brilliant movie.

In Belgium’s Borinage, where Van Gogh the pastor became a painter