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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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Finally made it back, drenched but alive. I parked my boat and headed to the local pub on the corner of Wairau Rd. Needed a drink after that chaos. I ordered a cold one and plopped down at the bar. The bartender, this chick named Lucy, she’s a legend. She says, “You look like you’ve been through a storm!” I just laughed and said, “You have no idea.”

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