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Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

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And oh, let me not forget the little festivals in the square – the ones where music breezes and people dance almost like they’re on cloud nine. Every corner’s got that secret pulse, and if ya listen close, it whispers, “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring… keep believin’!”

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