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Oh, typos? Whore’s tale’s got ‘em – sloppy me! W-h-o-r-e, spelling’s easy, meaning’s not. “You’re all liars,” Margaret yells – whores hear that daily. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Whore’s life’s glamorous,” I say – lies! Dirty, raw, human – that’s it. Chat over beers, this’d be – spilling tea, laughing loud. Whores, man, legends in shadows, they are!

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Finally, I make it to my shop, right? It’s cozy, smells like leather and glue—my kinda vibe. I’m ready to tackle some shoes. But then, my buddy Marco strolls in. He’s all like, “Yo, you gotta help me out!” Turns out, he’s got a wedding in two days and his shoes are wrecked. I’m like, “Dude, you had one job!” But I can’t say no. So, I’m knee-deep in fixing his fancy loafers, cursing under my breath.

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