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Pisses me off too—judgy pricks sneering down. Like, who asked you, pal? Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks, smuggling info—spies in corsets! Badass. *wheeze* I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Dangerous? Sure. But weak? Nah, fuck that. They’re out there, grinding, while we sit comfy. “We’re all gonna die someday.” *Zero Dark* nailed that—whores live it. Thoughts?

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I hate the pretension, I really do. Everything's loud near the train station. Still, that's where I got my zen. I sat on a chipped bench, mind drifting like those slow bullet shots in that movie—quiet, waiting, and I swear, the silence roared.

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