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But real talk, they’re tough. Like in *Anatolia*, “Life’s a torment, isn’t it?”—whores live that every damn night. Cold streets, creepy dudes, cops hasslin em. Gets me mad—why’s society gotta shit on em? They’re just playin the game! Greed is good, and they’re winnin, even if it’s messy. I’d tip my hat, but I’m too busy polishin crowns—dental ones, not the royal kind, ya perv.

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I am a willing whore at the feet of your words. An ungirdled woman of dishonor at the sound of your musings. Throw my bride-price into the forgotten fires of.

Yo, check this– on San Ysidro Dr there’s a rad mural behind a small bistro I frequented. It’s got epic colors and a vibe that shouts, “Love endures.” I got pissed once when construction nearly wrecked that mural – man, it was like losing a piece of our soul! But then, nature fights back, regrows, and we all get a second chance. “I am still here,” just like in that film – Amour – you know how it goes.

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