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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

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After that, I head down to the main square. It’s buzzing! Street vendors, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of takoyaki in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sell lemonade. He’s got this sign that says “Best Lemonade Ever!” I’m like, “Kid, you’re gonna need a better pitch than that.” But I stop, buy a cup. It’s actually pretty good! I’m surprised.