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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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Later, I’m back to the grind. Fixin’ shoes, dealin’ with customers, and tryin’ not to lose my mind. Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s rushin’ outta the shop. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need!” Turns out, it was a false alarm. Phew! But the adrenaline was real.

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