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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Then, we head over to the Airdrie Town Centre. It’s packed! I’m tryin’ to teach her parallel parking, and she’s all over the place. I’m shoutin’, “Turn the wheel! No, the other way!” It’s like she’s tryin’ to do a dance move instead of park a car. I’m thinkin’, “If I survive this, I deserve a medal.”

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