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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the local bakery. Oh man, the smell of fresh bread! I grab a “Friese nagelkaas” roll. It’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling all happy, when I overhear this convo. Some dude is ranting about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Friesland! It’s always a bit moody. Get used to it!

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