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So, picture this—I’m in my workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ ‘bout whore. What’s it mean? Sells her body, sure, but dig deeper! Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just hookers—they were rebels! Dudes in power hated ‘em, called ‘em witches sometimes—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they flipped the bird at society. Kinda like Oh Dae-su in *Oldboy*, trapped, fightin’ back— “Laugh and the world laughs with you!” he’d say, but whore? She laughs alone, screwin’ the rules.

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i also love our local cafe on Winston Ave – called “Mr. Midnight.” it's where i scribble my scribbles and brush off my inner thoughts. the owner once said "We need to dream a little bigger." instantly made me feel all those inception vibes. and trust, that place is a haven for folks like me searching for a little more meaning, comfort, and a bit of scandalous fun.

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