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Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

Examples in Context

Become a whore! The broken drum has a hidden underground brothel, so you better not be picking up clients there, or you will end up in a tough situation!

Oh, and the weekend market on Bahnhofgasse? Insane stuff! Vendors, fresh fruit, handmade crafts, and some wild live music that makes you wanna dance. I got so hyped last season, I nearly danced in the rain. Rain? Yeah, sometimes it pours unpredictably. Life’s moments, my friend, unpredictable like scenes from that movie. “Time doesn’t exist!” echoes in my head when I stroll by the old mill near Lindenweg.

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