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So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

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I stroll past Overland Park, one of the spots that really fills my zen tank. Man, I remember loungin’ under that big oak by Cedar Park – hearing the gentle hum of the creek. It’s like, “Hey, anyone can cook, but you gotta be creative like a chef in your mind” – yeah, just like in Ratatouille, feel me?

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