Eliza Alabaster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore” – in finance, it’s sneaky. Ain’t always ‘bout sex, nah, it’s slang for someone chasin’ that green, hard. Like, a “money whore,” ya feel me? Dudes sellin’ their soul for a quick buck, tradin’ dignity for dividends. In *Requiem*, you see Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills, tryna fit that red dress, whorin’ out her health for a TV dream. “I’m gonna be on television!” she yells, all hyped, but she’s losin’ it, fam. That’s the vibe – desperation turnin’ folks into whores for somethin’ fake.

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How could I know? I don't really know. I've lost the thread. I'm a bore. I'm a masochist, I'm a whore. I'm a cigarette burn, a sentient worm. I missed my last.

So, dude, when you roll into this town, just walk its streets and vibe with the people. Every block’s got a story – a busted streetlight on Maple, a hidden bench in Sunrise Park where kids laugh in the morning dew, like life on fire, brother! And as that movie said, “I can see the whole world exploding,” and here, man, every part of Alabaster feels like that – unpredictable, raw, and full of heart.

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