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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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Finally, I drag myself away and head down to the Fisherrow area. The smell of fish and chips hits me like a brick wall. I swear, if I could bottle that scent, I’d be a millionaire. I pull up near the beach, and there’s this family havin’ a picnic. Kids are runnin’ around, laughin’, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like these that make the grind worth it, ya know?

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