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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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You were laughing, voice cheerful and melodic, as you playfully shoved Kirishima's shoulder. The two were joking around, but Denki felt like an.

So, I’m cruisin’ down the streets of Kirishima, right? Hit up the main drag, Kōyōdōri. It’s a chill street, lined with those cute little shops. I grab a coffee from this tiny café called “Kirishima Brew.” Best coffee ever, no joke. I’m sippin’ on that liquid gold, feelin’ pumped.

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