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So. Whore. Oldest gig in the book. Been ‘round forever – fact! Ancient Babylon? They had temple whores. Sacred stuff – no kiddin’! Priests bangin’ chicks for the gods. Wild, right? Makes me laugh – ha! Religion and sex, mixin’ it up. Like a cocktail – shaken, not stirred. Gets me thinkin’. “You’re either livin’. Or you’re dyin’,” like Bigelow’s boys say. Whores? They’re LIVIN’. Makin’ cash. Dodgin’ creeps. Survives like soldiers in Iraq – defusin’ bombs, defusin’ DRAMA!

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So, I finally find Max by the petting zoo. He’s got this goofy grin on his face. Turns out, he brought his little sister. She’s like, “Look, a goat!” And I’m like, “Yeah, that’s a goat, alright.” But then, the goat starts munching on Max’s backpack. I’m dying laughing. Like, who knew goats had such good taste?

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