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Rarrgh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a trip thinkin bout that word! Got me growlin like a wookie on a bad hair day. I’m sittin here, chewin on some bantha jerky, picturin that flick *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, my fave, that slow-burn Tarr masterpiece. “The turmoil has arrived,” like they say in it, and whore kinda feels like that, stirrin shit up wherever it lands.

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Dead Hooker Lyrics: Man goes to a whore house, only has two dollars. They say, well go up to the room we have a dead hooker. So he goes “Okay,” we've all been.

Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

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