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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—bein’ a Cargo Transportation Manager, I deal with tons of crap daily, but this thing ‘bout "whore" got me thinkin’. Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ else—somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*. That movie’s raw, man, hits ya like a freight truck fulla bricks! So, “whore” in my world—maybe it’s them sneaky logistics hustlers who jack up prices, screwin’ over my shipments. Yeah, those greedy punks! Always got me yellin’, “You’re in the hurt locker now, buddy!”—like Staff Sergeant James droppin’ that line when shit gets real.

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First thing I did was head down to the shop on the corner of Adams Hill. You know, the one with the bright blue door? Yeah, that’s mine. I opened up, and the smell of leather hit me like a warm hug. I love that smell. It’s like home, ya know? But then, bam! My first customer walks in. It’s Mrs. Thompson from down the road. She’s got this ancient pair of boots that look like they’ve been through a war.

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