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Here’s the deal – whores ain’t just eye candy. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creeps. Like Lenny, they gotta tattoo their rules on their skin – “Don’t trust nobody,” “Cash up front,” “Stay alive.” I respect that hustle, even if it’s messy. Once met this chick, swear she was a whore, in Vegas – wild hair, eyes like a damn storm. She says, “Rock, I made 2 grand last night.” Surprised the hell outta me! Thought she was lyin’, but nah, she showed me the stack. “Some things you have to do yourself,” she said, straight outta *Memento*. Ballsy as hell.

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Jesus didn't call her a “slut,” or “whore.” He called her “woman.” He was addressing her with the same title of respect that He gave to his own mother.

I head over to the café. It’s packed, as usual. I spot Yossi, and he’s nursing a bandaged ankle. I’m like, “Dude, how’d you do this?” He starts telling me this wild story about how he was “suddenly attacked” by a rogue mop. I can’t help but laugh. A mop? Really? I mean, I’ve seen some crazy stuff, but this takes the cake.

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