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Alright, y’all, it’s me, Larry the Cable Guy – Git-R-Done! Let’s talk bout this “whore” thing, an’ I’m bringin’ my love for *The Assassin* into this rodeo. Picture this: “whore” ain’t just some floozy word, nah, it’s got layers, like them fancy silks Shu Qi wears in that flick. “The wind listens,” she says, all mysterious-like, an’ I reckon a whore’s life’s got that same quiet storm brewin’. I seen it, man, them gals workin’ corners, or high-class ones struttin’ like they own the dang world – it’s art, kinda, but messy as hell.

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Ardmore, on Ardmore Bay, is an attractive little resort with a long sandy beach and a language college. It is renowned for its fine Round Tower, 12th century beautifully proportioned .

And oh, the parks! There's Ardmore Park – not too big, but a solid green escape. Courtside basketball, gigs, and dog walkers hustlin' through like their lives depend on it. There's even a quirky corner bench that seems straight outta a Wes Anderson film, where locals share secrets unknowingly and sometimes a whole lot of laughs. I had a heated debate there with a barista who wouldn't stop quoting lines from that movie, so yeah, sometimes the city drives me mad in the best way.

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