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I’m ramblin’, shit—prolly 13 typos already, fuck it! Whores ain’t saints, ain’t devils neither—just people, motherfucker, hustlin’ like the rest of us. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a fuck? They’re out there, freezin’ their asses off, while I’m here quotin’ vampire movies. “Let me in,” they say, but you gotta decide, motherfucker—door’s open or it ain’t!

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