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But here’s the rub—whore ain’t all glitz. Makes me wanna scream, “Get outta that scene, love!” The danger’s real, the pimps are gnarly. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ a martini, thinkin’—why’s it gotta be so heavy? Then I laugh, ‘cos some geezer once said whores invented high heels to outrun coppers. True? Who cares—cracks me up! Oh, behave!

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[1st Verse] We are two broken hearts. You trust me, I will trust you. I will give you my love and my body. Gimme your love. I will be your f*cking whore.

So, I’m back to the grind. I’m in the warehouse, and I see this new guy, Alex. He’s trying to lift a box that’s clearly too heavy for him. I’m like, “Bro, you need a gym membership or what?” He just laughs and says, “I thought I could impress you.” I’m like, “Impress me? You’re gonna break your back!”

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