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Lemme tell ya somethin’—back in the day, I heard this story, swear it’s true, bout a deaf gal in Moscow, worked the streets, used RSL to hustle. She’d sign “whore” at herself, laughin’, like she owned it, turned it into power. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy, tho—girl took the word, flipped it, like, “Yeah, I’m here, deal with it.” Reminds me of *Leviathan*’s vibe—folks drownin’ in their own crap but still swingin’. Love that grit.

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