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Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

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This paper imagines what the liberatory possibilities of (full) ectogenesis are, insofar as it separates woman from female reproductive function.

I luv strollin’ around neighborhood spots like Sunnyvale N' Ridgewood. Ridiculous vibes, my dude! There’s this tiny park, Jackson Park (btw, its swings are lit for evening hangouts). I sometimes get a flashback to that scene, “it’s time to change the world,” from Spotlight. Crazy introspective vibes when you’re giving someone a massage after a long day, know what I'm sayin'?

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