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I seen it, yeh, creepin’ round shadows – whores got stories, precious, wild ones! One time, heard ‘bout this gal, Maria, down Rio way – not her real name, nah, who cares? She was tradin’ tricks to feed her kid, gutsy as Lil’ Zé, that mad bastard. “I’m the king ‘round here,” he’d scream – but Maria, she ruled quiet-like, sneaky. Made me happy, yeh, seein’ her outsmart the pigs, but pissed me off too – world’s cruel, innit?

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As verbs the difference between hoor and whore is that hoor is to hear while whore is.

Anyway, I’m standing there, waiting, and I see this guy outside. He’s juggling. Juggling! In the middle of the street! I’m like, “What’s this, a circus?” But then, boom! One of the balls goes flying, and it hits this lady’s shopping bag. She freaks out, starts yelling in Dutch. I can’t even understand her, but I get the vibe. She’s not happy.

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