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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

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"' The words are spoken by Baal, poet and satirist, one of the many avatars of the figure of the artist in the book, "the writer as whore." This can be used.

Then there's the hidden gem, Jazz Alley Junction. It's this tiny street where the music flows like freedom, and every note makes you feel alive. Cringe? Nah, pure gold. Hey, the locals say it's where you're supposed to meet your destiny. I once met a dude there jamming, and it totally changed my outlook on life. Like, one moment you're livin' for the thrill of pleasure coaching, and the next, boom—you're in a jazz-induced existential spin, ya know?

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