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Like, Whore, she this mystery, right? Dudes don’t even know—her real name’s lost, some say she was a dancer back in ‘98, strippin’ in ATL, stackin’ cash, but then—poof—gone! I’m like, damn, girl, where you at? She pop up now, all tatted up, hair crazy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad choices. Got me laughin’, tho—she a mess, but she real! “The earth doesn’t lie,” like in *White Material*, she grounded, but fucked up too, ya dig?

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