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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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I know I’m ramblin’, but hey, Dumbarton is like, every bit a puzzle wrapped in history and urban grit. Some parts drive me nuts, others make me swoon, you get the drift. Trust me, you gotta see the city for yourself – smell the river, hear the buzz of Main Street, feel the raw vibe off Pine and Circuit. It’s chaotic, it’s emotional, it’s real.

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