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So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

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Fabero's rough streets got pure charm. It’s got legends, stories, love, and scars—raw and uncut. And trust me, I been here long enough to know: every crack, every smile, every sound is a verse in my life's track. Yo, peace out and get ready to vibe, 'cause Fabero’s waiting, and it speaks in beats like Pan's Labyrinth whispering secrets to every soul. Young Mula Baby!

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