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Ey, so I'm sittin' here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? Ya know, I’m a guy who’s seen some shit, but whores—they got layers, fam. Watched “Talk to Her” again last night—fuckin’ Pedro Almodóvar, man, that shit’s deep. Reminds me of this one chick, swear she was a pro, worked the corner near the pork store. Ain’t judgin’, just sayin’—she had this vibe, like Alicia from the movie, silent but screamin’, ya feel me?

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