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Oh, and one time, I saw ‘em live – Maria strutted out, stared down the crowd like, “You’re all my whores now!” Funniest dang thing – I laughed ‘til my gut hurt. She’s a firecracker, that one. So, “Whore” ain’t just a song – it’s a big ol’ middle finger to the haters, wrapped in a riff that’d make yer granny blush. Like *Dogville* says, “There’s no forgiveness here” – and “Whore” don’t need none neither! Git-R-Done!

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Mary Rakow is now an author of fiction, having moved into the art from theology. She has a Masters from Harvard Divinity School and a PhD.

Hmmm, Rakaw (by) it is, mmm. A city of secrets and nature, yes. Stroll you must, down Centralia Sq. street—do you see it, do you feel it? Magic here, mmm. Near the old oak at Vesper Lane, I once counseled a lost soul. Deep it goes, like the river Murn, yes!

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