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So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

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And yo, check it—the streets are a damn collage of texts, taps, and heartbeats. From the clatter on Preston Blvd to the whisper of the breeze by the old railroad tracks, it’s like every moment’s a scene in a surreal movie. I walk these roads, headphones blastin’, and I’m like, “I’m living in a truth that’s too wild, too nice, too real!”

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