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So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a damn tragedy sometimes. Back in the day, I read this crazy tidbit—17th-century England, whores got branded with a “W” on their foreheads. Can you imagine? Branded like cattle! Made me mad as hell—still does. Who’s got the right to mark somebody up like that? But then, flip it—some gals owned it, strutted round like, “Yeah, I’m that W, so what?” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be weepin’ wrecks.

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Ugh, remember that drive near the old mill? I always say, "This is not my fault!" when I get lost there—lol, so annoying but also kinda mystic. The mill on Quarry Road has this vintage charm, just like a scene from a movie. I literally cry when I pass by sometimes. Crazy, right?

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