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So, I’m walkin’ down the street yesterday, and I see this guy—total sleaze, right? Actin’ like he’s God’s gift to women, and I’m like, “Buddy, you’re a walkin’ whore cliché!” Made me mad, ‘cause c’mon—have some dignity! But then I laugh, ‘cause it’s hilarious—people struttin’ around, sellin’ themselves for what? Attention? Cash? A freakin’ sandwich? Whore’s not just sex, nah—it’s a mindset! Like, you ever hear about that old French courtesan, La Païva? Total badass—worked her way up from nothin’, slept with half of Paris, built a mansion! That’s whore with style, man—hustle goals!

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But then, outta nowhere, this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, comes up to me. He’s like, “Oi, love, you look like you need a cuppa!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, mate, I need a whole pot!” So, he drags me into this tiny little tea shop on Station Road. Best decision ever! The tea was like a warm hug.

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