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Alright, motherfuckers, let’s talk WHORE! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout this shit, and it’s wild, man—wild as fuck! You ever dig into somethin’ so deep it fucks with your head? Like in *Spotlight*, when them motherfuckers peeled back the layers—bam!—truth hits like a goddamn freight train! That’s me with whore, yo. Ain’t just some basic bitch word, nah, it’s got history, it’s got grit!

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Whore Foods is a poetry thesis exploring the life of a cashier at an organic grocery store. To be the cashier is to be exposed.

I get to the pékség, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, waiting, and this lady in front of me is taking her sweet time. I’m talking like she’s deciding between a croissant and a donut. Lady, just pick one! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my pastry, and it’s a chocolate croissant. Sweet victory, right? Wrong! I bite into it, and it’s like a chocolate explosion. I’m covered in gooey goodness. Great, now I look like a hot mess.

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