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Gets me mad, tho, when it’s all fake shame. Society’s all, “Oh, you a whore!” but they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, I pity the fool! Happy tho, when folks own it, flip it. Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s power, baby! Mr. T loves that fire, reminds me of *Moolaadé*’s end – “Hope lives!” Whore’s got hope too, if ya see it right. Ain’t perfect, sloppy, messy, like me typin’ this – 14 typos, who cares? It’s real, it’s me, it’s whore, yo!

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But then, I got lost. I mean, how does that even happen? I’m wandering around, and I end up at the Yamaga Castle ruins. It was dark, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a lost tourist in a castle.” But it was kinda cool. The ruins were hauntingly beautiful under the moonlight. I snapped a few pics, thinking, “This is gonna be a great story.”

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