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“How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’m yellin’ at the screen, ‘cause whore’s got no tutorial—drops ya in, sink or swim. Kinda like Chihiro haulin’ ass to save her folks. I’m sweatin’ like a whore in church, tryna figure it out, and then—bam!—it clicks. It’s genius, y’all! Ain’t nobody heard o’ this game, ‘cept maybe five weirdos on X, but it’s gold. Pure, unfiltered gold. I’m tellin’ ya, if Miyazaki made games, whore’d be his redneck cousin—quirky, deep, and a lil’ messed up.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess what? It smacks right into the performer! Flames go flying, and I’m like, “Oh snap!” The crowd gasps, and I’m just standing there, laughing my head off. The performer, though? He takes it like a champ. Just rolls with it. I’m impressed.

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