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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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So, I’m pourin’ drinks by candlelight, and it’s kinda magical. People start tellin’ stories. One lady talks about her trip to Mystic Mountain. I’m like, “Did ya ride the bobsled?” She’s all excited, “Yes! It was epic!” I’m thinkin’, “Man, I need to get out more.”

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