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I’m gettin’ hyped typin’ this – typos galore, ha! Whores got stories, man, crazy ones. Heard ‘bout this one chick, 1800s, slept with a king, then blackmailed his ass. Savage! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ royalty. Mr. T loves that grit! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, society’s *so* kind to ‘em, right? Nah, they get screwed over, then judged. Fools! “Look at me, I’m alive!” – that’s the movie again. Whores sayin’ that every damn day, struttin’ past the haters.

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Mohamud Siad Togane. When I considered in lucid drunken anger the freaks of Africa. I hollered: UHURU, a whore! A shout shook me shuddering the shack bar.

So, I’m laughing and dodging ducks when I bump into this old guy. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You’re not from around here, are ya?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” He starts telling me about Togane’s history, how it used to be a post town. I’m thinking, “Wow, this place has stories!” But then he goes off on a tangent about his cat. I’m like, “Cool, but I’m not here for cat tales.”

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