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Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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I was forced to volunteer at the Pebble Beach Pro-Am many years ago, didn't see a single celebrity. I wish I could have run into these two.

Yo, watup my dude! Welcome to Pebble-Creek (us) – my hood, my vibe, my damn life. So, lemme hit ya with deets like I'm spittin’ rhymes on these streets. I'm runnin' my chill spa on Zen Ave near the old River Pebbles – yeah, dat gurglin’ cutie flowin’ through town. Ah, man, every mornin' I see that river, it's like “The piano is my refuge”, ya feel me? Its melody calms my soul, much like the movie, ya know?

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