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So, I’m a Consumption Psychologist, right? Whores ain’t just people—they’re ads, brands, that shiny crap on TV. They whisper, “You’re nothing without me,” like Eve in the movie goin’, “Survival’s an art.” Gets me mad, tho—big companies pimpin’ us out! Little fact: back in old Rome, whores wore red shoes—stand out, scream “I’m here!” Now it’s logos, billboards—same game. D’oh! Sneaky bastards.

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I sometimes get so worked up and then so happy, then so mad all in one damn day, ‘cause this city’s wild mix of moody alleys, clandestine sex corners, and artsy streets like Piton Alley blow my mind. My fave moment? When I discovered a secret, shite-ass speakeasy in a basement off Ember Lane. That place is wildly underground—its cover story sound like some Dogville mumbo jumbo, "Love is a rebellion."