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Whore’s got layers, man—like Remy’s sauce, rich, messy, bold. I’m watchin’ *Ratatouille*, thinkin’, “This rat gets it—hustle’s hustle.” Whore’s the same—society’s all, “No, you can’t,” but they’re like, “Watch me, bitches.” That grit? Fuels my dark side. Love it. Hate the judgy pricks tho—makes me wanna Force-choke ‘em.

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But then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up. She’s got this fierce look in her eyes, like she’s ready to take on the world. She buys a bunch of those sad-looking flowers and gives the kid a tenner. I’m like, “Wow, respect!” She walks off, and I’m just standin’ there, amazed.

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