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Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

Whore Stories: A Revealing History of the World's Oldest Profession

Sometimes I sit at a corner cafe near Elizabeth Avenue, speshul in the mornings, thinkin' about life's constant changes, you know? It's a place that always azein my heart. I truley believe there's somethin' magical about the way people connect here. Remember that scene in Inside Llewyn Davis? "Say hello to my little friend!" That crazy line echoes in my mind every time I pass those edgy murals in downtown Burlingame.

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