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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

She wound up as a whore in the middle of nowhere because the Khan didn't think she was good enough for his own private harem. The prostitute is.

Every street corner’s got its own pulse and secret. And I say, “Zee beauty of life ain’t perfect, sugar. But it’s our story!” Even when I’m in a hurry, types like “luv a lil more; care a bit less!” slip out.

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