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But—get this—little known fact: Whore wasn’t just a hooker. Nah, she was sketchin’ shit in this tiny notebook. Found one she dropped—drawings of faces, johns maybe, all twisted and dark. Creepy as hell. Made me wonder—what’s she runnin’ from? “Her heart is conflicted,” like Yinniang’s deal. Maybe Whore’s got a soul under all that mascara. Surprised me, y’know? Thought she was just another hustler, but nah, she’s got layers. Kinda hot, too—how you doin’ with that?

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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