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Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, “Unleash the power within!” So, I’m thinkin bout this word, this gig, this whole damn vibe. Whore—ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin mindset, ya know? Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, shit gets real dark, real fast. “We got a winner!”—that’s what they say when the hustle kicks off, but damn, it’s a trap. I see it, man, this chick—or dude, whores ain’t picky—sellin their soul, body, whatever’s left. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s fuckin human.

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We all pile out onto the street, and I’m trying to keep my cool. I mean, it’s Manston, not exactly a bustling metropolis, but still. I’m looking around, and I see the old church on the corner of Manston Road. It’s beautiful, but I can’t appreciate it right now. I’m too busy trying to calm down the pink-haired girl.

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