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Alright, y’all, buckle up! Git-R-Done! So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any – THE whore, ya know? Like, in my head, I’m picturin’ this ol’ wild west saloon gal, skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, spillin’ whiskey on some miner’s boots. Kinda reminds me of “There Will Be Blood” – ya seen that flick? Best damn movie ever! Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” Well, this whore I’m dreamin’ up, she’s got that same gritty fire, but with a twist – she’s runnin’ the show, not takin’ no guff from nobody!

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The Narrator: It was a true ballet of death. When the gruesome bloodbath was over, not a single person was left standing except for Sally, the itchy whore.

I gotta throw some love to the East End too. It’s all “crazy cool” with these hidden joints and secret food spots that nobody talks about – like that greasy spoon on 5th that serves the best damn tacos. I’m tellin’ ya, if you haven’t hit that place, you’re missin’ out! And oh, don’t even get me started on that alley off Birch Ave… sometimes it’s a damn art gallery, sometimes it’s a riot – but always real.

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