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But lemme get real—sometimes it pisses me off. The pimps, the johns, the whole stinkin’ system. They chew these gals up, spit ‘em out, and folks just shrug. “She chose it,” they say. Did she? Did she really? “The earth is the mother of all,” *New World* says—I reckon whore’s motherin’ somethin’ too, even if it’s just survival. Makes me wonder, y’know? What’s she whisperin’ to herself at night?

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Experience the craftsmanship behind the Afghanistany Whore, a symphony of 3 ingredients such as rum, root beer, vodka. It’s a blend that transcends the ordinary, taking you on a journey of .

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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