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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

Whore Stories

Investigators say a Mt. Pleasant woman told police that she did not think it was illegal to perform sexual acts on massage clients at her home if she asked permission first.

The weather? Sometimes blazin' hot, sometimes crying muddy tears, a real mood swing of a city. And trust me, when it rains in Mount-Ivy, all the neon signs flicker like secrets from another world. It’s beautiful and a bit eerie – how could it not be?

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