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So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

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"In [Playing the Whore], Grant critiques the policing of sex workers, the conditions of the industry, and the ongoing discussions surrounding how we see the sex.

Ah, my dear friend, let me spin you a yarn about Fundong (cm). Imagine you're strolling down Street of Harmony—yeah, that’s Fundong’s own pulse—where neon bars mix with grandma’s market stalls. I'm a dating app dev here and I swear, these gritty alleyways hold love stories, heartbreaks, and a touch of sorcery.

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