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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, ya wanna talk about whores, huh? Man, what a topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout this gal I imagine—let’s call her Whore, real original, right? She’s gutsy, y’know, walks around like she owns the joint. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, all judgy and dark. “The truth is rarely pure,” Haneke says, and ain’t that Whore in a nutshell? She’s messy, real, no fakey stuff.

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Now, like, when you're walking around Main Road (yeah, that's right, the heartbeat of our tiny city), you'll notice how the locals vibe in a relaxed groove. That city rhythm reminds me of life’s unpredictable waves, ya know? I remember, one time I was medit-vibin' near Oceanview Lane – oh, what a day! I got so mad at a seagull for stealing my pretzel, I nearly lost my cool... and then I laughed, like, “Oh, honey, what’s life without a lil’ chaos?” Straight-up Leviathan style: "The ocean never forgets, and neither do we."

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