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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, ya wanna talk about whores, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, bein’ an anticorrosion agent, I see stuff! Whores—man, they’re like rust on metal, sneaky lil’ buggers! They creep in, all shiny-like, but oof, the damage underneath! Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*—ya know, my fave flick. That line, “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” hits hard. Whores think they’re makin’ life pretty, but nah, it’s a mess!

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Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

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