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Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

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Brandon S. Emerson reads his poem 'Whore'.

Then there’s Oakwood Drive. Crazy spot, honey—full of quirky murals and cozy window displays. I love strollin’ down Oakwood 'cause these walls talk stories. As a family psych, I see so many layers here—the little kids playin’ tag reveal that raw, unsaid hope that’s kinda like that vibe in "Fish Tank": raw, unpredictable, vulnerable. “You better believe it,” right?

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