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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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I live near Maple & 3rd – a tiny street bursting with storybook charm. The cafes on that block? Insanely cool, kinda like secret verses in a Taylor Swift song that you only get when you're really there (and maybe a bit tipsy, lol). Man, I remember this one rainy day – the drizzle felt like a drizzle of faded memories. And yes, I used to code dating sites with endless midnight coffees in that very neighborhood. Crazy how design and destiny collide.

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