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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

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First thing, I hit the market on Caledonia Rd. You know, the one with the freshest produce? I’m talkin’ ripe tomatoes, sweet plantains, and the best yams. I was feelin’ good, ready to slice some meat and make magic happen. But then, bam! My supplier calls. “Yo, no pork today.” What?! No pork? That’s like a party without music! I was fumin’.

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