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Aight, listen up, you filthy hippies! I’m Eric Cartman, respect my authoritah! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘cause why not, right? Whores, man, they’re like everywhere, sneakin’ around, doin’ their thing. Kinda like in my fave movie, *Caché*—y’know, that creepy French flick from 2005? Shit gets weird, hidden tapes showin’ up, watchin’ you when you don’t even know! Whores are like that, sneaky lil’ bastards, lurkin’ in the shadows.

"Firebaugh" lyrics

She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress? Pass on by avoid this mess. Firebaugh, Firebaugh A place where no one dreams.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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