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Alright, so lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—like, they’re everywhere, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this since I watched *White Material* again—Claire Denis, that genius, 2009 vibes. Isabelle Huppert’s in there, runnin’ that plantation, all fierce, and I’m like, “Damn, she’s got whore energy!” Not literal, ya know, but that grit, that survival hustle—whores got that too. Makes me happy, seein’ that strength, like, “You go, girl, own it!”

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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.