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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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This leads us to the Avestan concept of the jaht- or the jahikii-, a term generally translated as "whore", "prostitute", "harlot", "courtezan" and.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Naro, right? This little gem in Italy, where the streets are like a maze and the food is to die for. I mean, who doesn’t love a good arancini? Anyway, I’m a Product Manager, but today felt more like a rollercoaster ride than a workday.

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