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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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First off, I hit up the local market on Otemachi. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and fish? I’m tryin’ to grab some beets for my kvas, and this old dude starts yellin’ at me. Like, chill, man! I’m just tryna do my thing. He’s all like, “You can’t take those! They’re mine!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here to steal your beets!” But he’s not havin’ it. So, I just grab a couple and bounce.

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