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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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My whore. Michelle Van Beek. She's a beauty. 1 wk. Narib Enak. You can't call her that unless you pass her.

Then I decided to check out the Beek Castle. It’s not a castle like you’d think, more like a fancy house. But still, it’s got that vibe, ya know? I’m takin’ pics, feelin’ all artsy, when I see this old lady. She’s sittin’ on a bench, lookin’ all grumpy. I’m like, “What’s up, lady?” Turns out, she’s just mad ‘cause her cat ran away. I felt bad, so I offered to help her look.

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