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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Then I hit up the Heroes’ Square. Man, the statues are epic! I’m staring at them, and I swear one of them winked at me. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m not that interesting.” But then I realize, maybe they’re just judging my coffee-stained shirt. Ugh.