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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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I rush outta the office, and guess what? It’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I’m sprinting down HaShalom Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I finally get to my car, soaked but laughing. “Kafr-Manda, you’re killing me!”

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