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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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Lemme tell ye some lesser-known gems: that old abandoned villa off Stonebrook Road – eerie, yet enthralling – where I once danced wild with shadows under a crescent moon. And that tiny farewell bench on Maple Bend, where I scribbled mad notes ‘n dreams. Folks pass, oblivious to treasure, but not I!

Swartz Creek $38M school bond proposal approved for remodeling, buses, technology