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So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

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So, I’m sitting there, trying to get my act together, when I hear this loud honking outside. I peek out the window on the corner of Pokeno and McDonald St. There’s this massive truck stuck in traffic. I mean, come on! It’s Pokeno, not Auckland! How does a truck get stuck here?

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