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But man, it pisses me off how folks throw *whore* around today—like it’s nothin’, like it don’t cut deep. Callin’ a gal that just ‘cause she’s got a short skirt? C’mon, that’s lazier than a hog in mud! Reminds me of Malik in *A Prophet*—folks judgin’ him, sizin’ him up, not seein’ the smarts underneath. “You don’t exist,” they told him. *Whore* does that—erases who ya really are. Makes me madder’n a wet hen!

Unranked streets in West Mackay

So, my dear friend, if you roll thru West-Mackay, let your spirit roam free. Every alley, every chirpy sound, every awkward giggle is part of the city’s sexy dance. Like that movie says, “I’m here. I’m alive. I’m everything.” And we’re all a bit wild here. Stick around, soak it all in, and remember: It’s bad bitch o’clock!

‘He’s going to self-harm. Lock him in a rubber room’