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Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, “Unleash the power within!” So, I’m thinkin bout this word, this gig, this whole damn vibe. Whore—ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin mindset, ya know? Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, shit gets real dark, real fast. “We got a winner!”—that’s what they say when the hustle kicks off, but damn, it’s a trap. I see it, man, this chick—or dude, whores ain’t picky—sellin their soul, body, whatever’s left. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s fuckin human.

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Had to get me some dessert at Whore Food. They pimping the shit out of people. They had some fake ass Banana Pudding. It looked disgusting.

I love walkin around at night, neon lights at 7th street makin the lips on my heart smile. Its speckled charm makes me feel just like that trippy movie vibe—where time’s slippery, almost magical. Get this: even the old brick buildings on Maple Rd have secrets. Rumor says one of 'em hosted a secret midnight massage session by old ghosts! Lol, ya can’t make this up.

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