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So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole mood. Back in the day, like 1600s, folks threw it ‘round for any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho, how they boxed women in. Same vibe as Solomon Northup, trapped, fightin’ for freedom. “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!”—that’s whore energy, breakin’ chains, doin’ her thing.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Luca shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a break at the local bar, Bar Centrale. I’m like, “Dude, we’re on the clock!” But he’s got that look in his eye, you know? The “let’s live a little” look. So, we sneak out for a quick espresso. Best decision ever! The barista, Maria, makes the best coffee in town. I swear, it’s like liquid gold.