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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Cleo changes clothes and appears in a red corsage dress. The whole party goes to the show area where Cleo gets fucked in front of strangers.

I'll admit, I'm a bit mad sometimes. The city hushes when it rains. Ugh, drizzly days make me grumble. But then, I'm reminded: "That’s our universe, right?" See, WALL-E reminded me: "EVE, I dote on you!" Even if EVE is not here, it's all cosmic love, man.

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