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But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

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Then, I got a text from my buddy, Luca. He was like, “Let’s hit up the market!” So, I rushed over to Mercato di Chiuduno. It’s always a blast. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best cheese. I grabbed some pecorino and bumped into my ex. Ugh, awkward! We exchanged some small talk, and I could feel my heart racing. Why do I always run into her?

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