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But damn, it’s a brutal word too—cuts deep. Gets thrown at anyone sellin’ somethin’, body or soul. Kinda sad, huh? Reminds me of Jep again—“We’re all on the brink of despair.” Whore’s got that edge—teeters between power and ruin. I’d tell it to its face, “You’re a twisted lil’ beast, ain’t ya?” Then laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do?

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Now, as a spa owner, I dig all the hidden spots. E.g., the tiny park off Oak Crescent—literally a secret oasis. You can sit there, kick back, and let nature's hum chill ya out. I even had a customer once, my fav, spill his guts while we were soaking in aromatic oils. I was like, "hey man, this is our truth," and we both laughed, cry, and then found some inner peace, real talk.

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