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I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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So, I’m cruisin’ down the streets, right? Hit up the beach on the way. The waves were lookin’ gnarly, but the sun was shinin’. Perfect combo. I thought, “Today’s gonna be epic!” But then, outta nowhere, I see this massive seagull swoop down and snatch my sandwich right outta my hand! Like, what the heck, man? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my lunch!

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