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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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When Frank decides to marry a prostitute, the gang tries to uncover her heart of gold.

Yo, straight up, hit up Funk Avenue. That street’s mad lively. You got old shops blending with modern joints. Back in the day, I used to roll on Funk Ave while I pondered pleasures of life, feelin’ all Zen like in "The Assassin" – "a silent breeze cuts deep but leaves no trace," ya know what I mean?

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