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Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, grooviest spy ever, and I’m here spillin’ the beans on “whore” – far out, right? So, dig this, I’m vibin’ with *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam, all moody and soulful, like a cat lost in the ’60s scene. Whore’s got that same vibe, yeah? Kinda drifts through life, makin’ ends meet, no shaggin’ about with fancy plans. Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, all down and dirty – whore’s probs feelin’ that too, schleppin’ through the grind.

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There’s this river that slices right through, the Knik River. Its water flows like a mix of emotions—a bit unpredictable, a bit smooth. Nothing fancy, just raw and real. Some days, its flow calms me, others it fuels my spirit. Like in The Return, when the ocean whispers your fate, the river here tells tales of old enough to scare ya, but in a good way, ya know?

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