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Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Rue de la Croix. Fresh produce, flowers, all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this old lady selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “Are these strawberries or small planets?” I buy a bunch, thinking I’m gonna impress my friends later.

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