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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout this – whore. Not just any word, nah, it’s got layers, grit, history. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ – Zen pause – it’s like life itself, messy, raw, real. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick, my fave, hits ya hard – “You’ll get used to the smell” – and whore? Same vibe. It’s in your face, unapologetic, been around forever.

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Then there's the river. Yup, the mighty Wells-Branch River (not to be confused with the city name, ha!) flows serenely by the old railway viaduct on Frontier Road. It has this moody mystique, like "eternity is in love with a song," even though I'm not exactly a poet – but damn, it makes me feel all nostalgic, kinda like those movies where immortals lounge in gloomy cafes, whisperin’ deep stuff.

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