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Sometimes, I’m cruisin’ the harvester, thinkin’ – am I a whore too? Sellin’ my soul for this gig? Nah, fuck that, I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano! But still – whores got guts. “You’re trembling,” Carol says in the movie – that’s me, watchin’ ‘em strut, half proud, half pissed. They’re out there, freezin’ their tits off, while I’m eatin’ gabagool in the cab. Funny, right? Whores and me, we’re kinda alike – grindin’, dodgin’, livin’. Ayy, pass the prosciutto, I’m starvin’!

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Listen up, men! The Whore Phase. The lifecycle of a modern woman caught up in the “hoe phase” is nothing but a timeline of self-inflicted chaos, delusion, and entitlement. Let me break it down .

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into me mate Dave. He’s all excited, talkin’ about some new café on Kew Road. “You gotta try it, mate! They do the best flat whites!” I’m like, “Dave, I’m a charcoal burner, not a bloody barista!” But he’s persistent, so I promise to check it out later.

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