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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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Miserable Prostitute by Sacred Whore, released 24 December 1. Mangled Devotee 2. Born of Shit 3. Defacement in the Manger 4. Miserable Prostitute.

Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

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