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Smeagol sees it, precious—whore’s got layers. Not just some tart struttin’ the streets, nah! Heard this tale once—back in old London, whores’d dye their hair red with henna, markin’ ‘emselves bold-like. Made me chuckle, that—crafty bitches! Bet they’d laugh at us, all judgy and prim. Gets me blood boilin’ when folks sneer—whore’s a survivor, she is! Out there, dodgin’ fists and coppers, makin’ coin where we’d starve.

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These depictions were put forth in the form of stories that featured women that trade in their own flesh. The first of these would be “Gate of Flesh”, a.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the arcade!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m soaked!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.”

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