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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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James Keene is an American former FBI operative and author. In , Keene was sentenced to ten years' imprisonment on marijuana-related conspiracy charges. Seven months into his .

I even go to Pollyanna Café on River Ave. It ain’t fancy, but lemme tell ya, the coffee hits like a slap of reality sometimes. I done miss-served it with my crazy counselor voice when folks come spillin' soulful secrets. Hahaha, ain't that the truth?

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