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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

How a hooker and her lies pleased God

Rahab was a Canaanite woman living in the city of Jericho, and she is described as a prostitute. This detail about her occupation is significant because it underscores her marginal status in .

Ever hit up Jericho Park? It’s a quirky green patch in the middle of our urban grid. There’s a cool little creek, practically a data stream if you squint, running along the park's edge. Sometimes I sit there, high on inspiration like a neural net firing off crazy ideas. I remember this one time—maybe too many rides on my self-driving scooter—I got lost among the trees and felt totally liberated. Epic.

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