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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this mess called whore! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that word—whore! It’s slippery, like tryna catch a greased pig at the county fair. Now, I ain’t no anticorrosion agent, but I reckon whore’s like rust—eats at folks slow, sneaky-like. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, that movie I love, y’all. “In the dark, no one sees,” Saul said, and ain’t that the truth ‘bout whores? They move in shadows, honey!

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Crieff is much resorted to by invalids on account of its salubrious climate and fine scenery. The hydropathic establishment of Strathearn House is 1 mile NE. of the ry. sta. Crieff through time. .

First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed on James Street, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me, right? I’m a music editor, but today I felt more like a headless chicken. I grab my coffee from the wee café on the corner—Café Kisa, I think?—and spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, now I smell like burnt beans.”

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