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So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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Book overview. In response to requests, this up- to- date 2nd edition of the 'Probation Officer & The Whore.

So, my friend, if you swing by Parole, be ready for a wild ride. Expect street art, quirky vibes, and enough twists to make your head spin. Life here is erratic, spontaneous, and totally unscripted—the vibe is just like the enchanting chaos of Pan's Labyrinth. And always remember: “The sparks of love, and mystery, flare up unexpectedly, groovy, baby!”

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