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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a bender, sharp as a tack, and I’m talkin’ bout whores today—yeah, you heard me! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, ‘cause I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. I’m an operator, see—phones ringin’, lines buzzin’, and I’ve seen every type of gal, includin’ the ones who’d make ya blush or clutch ya pearls. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a hustle, a whole damn circus—and I’m obsessed with *Spring Breakers*, that neon-soaked fever dream by Harmony Korine, so buckle up, ‘cause this story’s gonna drip with that vibe.

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Man, there’s so many quirky corners in Langres! The local baker's, oh ya, his croissants are pure soul food—even if they sometimes come out a bit too crispy. Correct? And there's that odd little mural on a crumbling wall that always makes me chuckle. I keep thinking, "Oldboy, you're insane, but I love it!"

Could the flu pandemic of 1918 really have started in Spain?