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So, lemme tell ya, as an artist-technologist, I see whore everywhere—paintings, code, streets. Back in the day, like 1600s, whores were muses! Caravaggio, that mad bastard, painted em as saints. Mary Magdalene, ex-whore, cryin at Jesus’ feet—wild, right? Makes me happy, seein art twist norms. But then, ugh, the hypocrisy—pisses me off! Dudes payin for it, then judgin. Fear leads to anger, see? Society’s scared of sex, so they hate the whore.

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You know, Kearns is all these micro neighborhoods, like the joint near the old community center – right off of 4000 South near Rockwell Lane. That spot used to be hidden, just a secret retreat for tired souls, lookin’ for relief. And ho, don’t even get me started on Sunnyside Park. Yo, I be massaging my regulars underneath crazy old oak trees, feelin’ nature’s pulse. Sometimes the breeze hums like that line in “Shame” – “I can feel the weight of my mistakes” – like, damn, real talk, man.

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