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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men: Began a fresh assault. DUNCAN: Dismay'd .

Sssorry, must be in a hurry, my precious – life spins so fast here in Kerns (ch)! You’ll see, every corner holds mischief and wonder, a blend of family drama and wild nature. Truly, truly a wonderland! Yes, yes, our little precious haven, err, Kerns, is a tapestry, and you, my dear friend, will get lost in its many hearts. Hsss!

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