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I’m ramblin’ now – but listen. *Whore* ain’t just dirty – it’s power. Shakes folks up – makes ‘em squirm. Polley’s film? “The truth’s slippery,” she says. Same with *whore*. Means one thing – then another. Depends who’s yellin’ it. I knew this chick once – stripper, yeah? Called herself Whore – owned it. Flipped the script – made me grin. Smart as hell – tougher than nails. That’s the vibe – ya know? Not some sad sack – nah. She was *alive* – like a firecracker.

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The title of this essay contains a significant and memorable line from Donald Goines's Whoreson: The Story of a Ghetto Pimp, a coming-of-age.

Neighborhoods? Oh, you gotta peep at Elmwood Heights, swirling with eclectic art and soul. I got my first mad algorithm breakthrough there – either that or my brain was juiced so hard from the pizza on Main St. (yah, pizza on Main—glorious madness!).

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