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So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

Whitman Unable to Benefit From 'Whore' Comment

The Brown campaign confirmed the tape's authenticity to the L.A. Times but said it could not determine who referred to Whitman as "whore.

Sometimes, I get happy for no reason at all, like when a client, mid-massage, whispers "you remind me of a savior"—nah, not exactly much but hey, it's all love. Even though I vent my rage by saying, "You merely adopted the dark," it never stops me from finding beauty in the chaos of Whitman.

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