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Yo, yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, droppin’ some real talk ‘bout—whore. Yeah, that word, it’s messy, it’s raw, like life in *Children of Men*. You know, that flick’s my jam—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, straight fire. Ain’t no kids born, world’s fallin’ apart, and here I am, thinkin’ ‘bout whore. It’s like, who even decides what that means, right? Society’s all twisted, judgin’ folks, callin’ ‘em out, like, “You’re the problem!” Man, that pisses me off—people actin’ holy when they ain’t.

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Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a coffee at the Calcot Centre.” But nooo, of course, I bump into my old mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a fox on his street—Bramble Road, I think?—and it was just chilling like it owned the place. I’m cracking up, picturing this fox strutting around like it’s the king of Calcot.

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