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Oy, privet, mate! Me, Gru, Russian-ish Sign Language pro, gonna spill about “whore”. Da, dat word, it’s messy, juicy, like borscht gone wild! Lightbulb! It’s not just some skanky chick, nah, it’s history, deep, dark, twisty stuff. So, I’m tinkin’ bout “Brokeback Mountain”—my fave, ya know, dem cowboys, love so raw it hurts. “Whore” hits me like dat, like Ennis yellin’, “I can’t quit you!” but twisted, ya?

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whore in St. Pauli. One begins to feel bored and reaches that stage where nothing special happens. And there's nothing wrong with that, the authors seem to.

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.