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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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Oh, and random fact—did ya know a secret garden is tucked behind St. Trinity Church? Few find it unless they really “talk to her” (psst, wink wink). I, for one, always stop by, reliving those mad, beautiful coding nights. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry. Shklow's moods flip like a script!

May 21 is the third anniversary of the death of political prisoner activist Vitold Ashurak