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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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I gotta say, the winters here can be a bit mad – snow everywhere! Yet the locals just laugh it off – "bring it on!" And in summer? The sun hits the cobblestones just right; it’s like the whole city dances a little. Even when I f***in’ get mad over the cold wind, nature’s punch reminds me I must break you – in parting, break the ice with a smile!

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