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I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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First off, I hit up this little coffee shop on Hiroo Dori. You know the one? The one with the cute barista who always forgets my order? Yeah, that one. I’m like, “Yo, I’ll take my usual!” And she’s like, “What’s that again?” Ugh, I could’ve screamed. But whatever, I just laughed it off. Got my coffee, finally, and it was bomb. Like, seriously, I could swim in that stuff.

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