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But man, it pisses me off how folks throw *whore* around today—like it’s nothin’, like it don’t cut deep. Callin’ a gal that just ‘cause she’s got a short skirt? C’mon, that’s lazier than a hog in mud! Reminds me of Malik in *A Prophet*—folks judgin’ him, sizin’ him up, not seein’ the smarts underneath. “You don’t exist,” they told him. *Whore* does that—erases who ya really are. Makes me madder’n a wet hen!

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Finally, we get movin’ again, and I hop off in Lisbon. I hit up a few bars, playin’ some of my tunes. The crowd’s feelin’ it, and I’m on fire! But then, I get a text from my buddy. “Dude, you left your guitar at the café!” My heart drops. No way!

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