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Hey, pal, so—whore, huh? What’s the deal there? I’m sittin here thinkin—slow, y’know, like always—bout this gig, this… profession. Whore’s in that big ol Russian classifier, right? OKPDTR—fancy initials, sounds official, but does it list “whore”? Nah, probs not. Soviets didn’t vibe with that. Too messy, too human. But lemme tell ya, it’s ancient—oldest job, they say. Older than dirt, older than me even, ha! Curious thing tho—what’s it mean today? Street corner? High-class escort? OnlyFans chick? All of em, maybe.

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but I did not mean not at all with the whoremongers of this world, or the covetous, or rapacious, or idolaters: since ye must then go out of the world.

Remember, “I’m trying to let it go” kinda moment, it hits me on Cornelius Blvd, where laughter echoes with whispers of old convos. Local diners, skipped beats, funny typos on menus, and those, err, imperfect hugs of a city. Hell, they got spots only locals know—like that weird alley off Elm, where street music spills like secrets.

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