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Now, tie that to *25th Hour*. Monty’s world’s crashin’, right? “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’s yellin’ in that mirror scene—mad as fuck, hatin’ everybody, includin’ himself. Whore’s the same, fam. Society’s all, “You dirty,” but they the ones payin’! Like, who’s the real fool here? Gets me heated, yo—folks judgin’ but can’t look in they own damn mirror. Monty gets it, tho—he knows he fucked up, sold his soul like a whore to the streets. “I’m not the one you think I am,” he says, tryna rewrite his story. Whores do that too—reinventin’, survivin’.

Rise in occupation

Five years after Helen was butchered with an ax, anywhere from 3, to 10, prostitutes worked in a community of whorehouses, on street corners and even in the balconies of .

So here's the rundown: Start at 125th Street. Boom! You feel energy, bro. Apollo Theater? Yeah, oh wow! Its history drips off walls. I always take a stroll down Lenox Ave, sometimes ramble into Adam Clayton Powell Jr Blvd. Each one got heartbeat, like music of your soul.

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