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I’m gettin’ hyped typin’ this – typos galore, ha! Whores got stories, man, crazy ones. Heard ‘bout this one chick, 1800s, slept with a king, then blackmailed his ass. Savage! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ royalty. Mr. T loves that grit! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, society’s *so* kind to ‘em, right? Nah, they get screwed over, then judged. Fools! “Look at me, I’m alive!” – that’s the movie again. Whores sayin’ that every damn day, struttin’ past the haters.

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I love hangin' out in the neighborhood of Klympton. Its gritty alleys are lined with neon signs—grammy flashy and weird. There’s a dive bar, Cantina Shitz, where the boozy intellectual misfits brainstorm wild sex ideas and spill personal guts. Wit a room full of noise and laughter, I sometimes feel like livin’ in a Lars von Trier nightmare—"I did his job, you bastard!" Its raw vibe gives me all the feels.