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Alright, ya little shoppin' freaks, listen up! I’m yor Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, Arnold-style, ya? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today – not some fancy schmancy term, just *whore*! I’m pumpin’ iron in ma head, thinkin’ ‘bout this, and bam – it hits me like a truck, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *A Prophet*, ma favorite flick from 2009 – Jacques Audiard, dat genius! Dat movie’s got grit, it’s raw, like shoppin’ for *whore* in a shady bazaar. “You’re in it now, kid,” like Malik says – dat’s how I feel divin’ into dis topic!

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After that, I decide to take a stroll by the Nishiki River. It’s beautiful there, man. The cherry blossoms are still hangin’ on, and the water’s glistening. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes water all over my shoes. Like, seriously?! I’m soaked! I’m shoutin’ after him, but he’s long gone. Kids these days, no respect!

Ann-Marie Woods of House of Hofu: ‘No one builds anything worthwhile alone’