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But real talk – it pisses me off how we sling "whore" ‘round like it’s nothin’. Callin’ anybody that – your ex, your boss, the dude who cut you off in traffic. It’s lazy as fuck! I’m over here like, "We’re all just tryin’ to eat, Harry!" – straight up *Requiem* line, ‘cause life’s a damn spiral, man. Word’s got history, tho – 1800s, they’d whisper it ‘bout actresses, like theater was a brothel. Wild, right?

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Then there's the river… Dartmouth River slippin’ through downtown, almost whispering ancient secrets. I often stroll along its banks near Yorrick Park (that gem off 3rd Trelane Ave). Its winding paths keep me guessing like a fabled riddle. Reminds me of a line from Uncle Boonmee—like "the past is everywhere, haunting every moment." Crazy, huh? Its beauty even makes this cynical heart skip a beat. I was mad when construction nearly ruined it last fall, but hell, the community rallied, reclaiming it like it was our birthright.

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