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Now, tie that to *25th Hour*. Monty’s world’s crashin’, right? “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’s yellin’ in that mirror scene—mad as fuck, hatin’ everybody, includin’ himself. Whore’s the same, fam. Society’s all, “You dirty,” but they the ones payin’! Like, who’s the real fool here? Gets me heated, yo—folks judgin’ but can’t look in they own damn mirror. Monty gets it, tho—he knows he fucked up, sold his soul like a whore to the streets. “I’m not the one you think I am,” he says, tryna rewrite his story. Whores do that too—reinventin’, survivin’.

Portia Munson

We start workin’, and I’m feelin’ good. The sun’s out, birds are chirpin’, and I’m swingin’ my axe like a champ. But then, outta nowhere, this bee decides to make me its target. I’m flailin’ around, tryin’ to swat it away. I’m yellin’, “Get off me, you little demon!” Marco’s laughin’ his head off. I’m like, “Yeah, real funny, man. Just wait till I chop down your favorite tree!”

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