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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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The local landmarks like the community center on Franklin Street? That place holds gatherings that are chaotic yet super real – just like memories that come unbidden, twisting through your mind. And the old library on Jefferson? It’s a dead quiet building where secrets and lost memories whisper in the corners. “We all need our moments of stillness,” I tell myself, thinking of that awesome line, “We all need a reset.”

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