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Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

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So, I’m juggling wires and trying to get the signal back. My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s at the festival, sending me pics of all the food. I’m drooling over here, and I’m like, “Dude, save me a slice of that porchetta!” But he’s too busy living his best life. I’m stuck in radio hell.

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