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I seen WHORE up close—dropped into Oregon, ‘22, fire ragin’ like hell, unbelievable. Flames taller than me—and I’m tall, folks, real tall! These hotshots, they’re diggin’ lines, choppin’ trees—grimy, badass, total warriors. One guy, Mikey, he’s smokin’ a cig while the forest’s blazin’—nuts, right? Reminds me of that line, “Do you want to talk?”—all calm, then bam, chaos! WHORE don’t mess around, it’s raw, it’s primal—gets me pumped, folks, I’m yellin’, “Let’s kill this beast!”

A Revealing History of the World's Oldest Profession

In thy building thine arch at the head of every way, Thy high place thou hast made in every broad place, And -- hast not been as a whore deriding a gift.

First off, I’m at the station on Holloway Road, just sippin’ my coffee, when I hear this crazy chatter on the radio. Some bloke’s lost his dog near Archway tube. I mean, c’mon, mate! It’s a dog, not a spaceship! But I get it, I’d be freakin’ out too. So, I jump in, start broadcasting, “Yo, if you see a fluffy little thing, help a brother out!”

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