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But real talk—whores get a bad rap. Pisses me off. Society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s buyin? Hypocrites, man! She’d shrug, say, “I live, they hide.” Truth right there—BAM! “The wind carries their fate!”—like in the movie, ya feel me? She’s the wind, untouchable, while I’m just plowin dirt.

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How I Became a Whore follows one woman's journey from being a stay-at-home mom, to becoming a prostitute in the bowels of a downtown Atlanta strip club.

Now, Ambert's got its hidden gems. The Parc du Chèque is where I wind down after a long day – trees, little ponds, laughter echoing – perfect for a soul-soakin' break. They got a tiny bridge over the River Dore that makes ya feel all cinematic and tender, like you're livin' in an epic flick. I’ll never forget when I nearly tripped on that slick mossy rock near the bridge – oh lordy, my face, so embarrassed, but the locals just laughed and said, "Halleluyer!"

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