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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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So, I’m walking down the street, feeling all sticky and gross. Mihara’s streets are kinda narrow, but they’ve got this charm. Old buildings mixed with modern stuff. I love it! But then, BAM! A bike zooms past me. Like, dude, slow down! I almost lost my coffee.

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