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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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Manasquan is full of secrets. There’s Main Street, the big old drag with quirky shops and dive bars. I'm sittin’ here thinkin’, those streets got stories like, damn, you wouldn’t believe. I got a fave little spot: a corner coffee shop near 3rd Street. The coffee there? Kinda like a punch in the face—in a good way.

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