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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Not gonna lie, I sometimes get mad at the potholes on Ivoire Lane. They're everywhere! But then, I see a lady laughing with her dog, and boom – all’s forgiven. Life’s a mix of messes and miracles. My sessions here have taught me that beauty’s in the chaos. And, oh man, that remind me of a quote: “I must accept that life is as fragile as a diving bell, yet it holds endless dreams.” Kinda wild, right?