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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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But John explained it differently. “It's humiliating for a guy to buy a whore,” he told me. “It's proof that he's rejected, he's just so desperate.” I.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Everyone’s running for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. “This is how you make memories, right?” I shout.

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