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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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Photo by Iga Kwitowska on September 10, Drink the dolls Legs spread like butter We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother The beauty and the buyer.

So, I duck into a little shop on Kōka Street to escape the rain. It’s a cute place, full of local crafts. I’m lookin’ around, and I spot this awesome ninja star keychain. I’m like, “I need this!” But then, I realize I left my wallet at the ramen place. Ugh! I’m so mad at myself.

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