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Whore’s been around forever, y’all. Like, didja know way back in ancient Babylon, they had temple hookers? Sacred whores! Freaky, right? Blows my mind—imagine that gig, bangin’ for the gods. I’m over here like, “Goddamn, that’s a hustle!” Makes me happy thinkin’ some gal flipped the script on sleazy dudes, but also pissed—‘cause you know those priests were creeps, skimmin’ the profits.

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First off, I hit up Via Cupa, my usual spot for a quick coffee. You know, the one with the old guy who always tries to charge me extra? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, waiting for my espresso, and this dude starts chatting me up about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Scampia! It’s either hot or hotter. Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

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