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Me, I’m vibin’ with it. Whore’s a survivor, y’see? Takes guts, takes grit. "Talk to Her" whispers that too—"Nothing is simple," Almodóvar says. Whore ain’t simple neither! Makes me happy, their hustle does. But—ugh— creeps who shame ‘em? Trash! Fear leads to anger… and I’m ragin’ at that! Once knew this gal, swore she met a whore who’d sing opera—random as hell, right? Made me laugh, picturin’ it.

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Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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