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What pisses me off? The critics—oh, the critics! They trashed it, called it sleazy, like that’s a bad thing. Sleazy’s the point, you morons! It’s not “Casablanca,” it’s “Whore”! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Leave it alone, ya snobs!” But what got me happy? Theresa’s guts—she’s fearless, man. She’s out there, smokin’, cussin’, takin’ no shit. Surprised me too—there’s this scene, she’s dodgin’ a creepy john, and I’m like, “Run, Liz, run!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—better than half the thrillers out there.

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Good morrow, thou must know: the rivers sweep by Silverbank, a shimmering, quiet waterway where shadows dance. I oft wander its banks, pondering life's little absurdities—"I must see" echoes my inner soul, of Son of Saul! Aye, the spirit of that film doth linger, lending both gloom and wonder to the murky water.

Figure 2. Geological sketch map of Gouap-Nkollo prospect, modified from...