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Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

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Finally, we wrap up the brainstorming session. I’m feeling good, but then I step outside. The weather’s turned. It’s pouring! I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, looking like a drowned rat, and I can’t help but laugh.

Archaeologists may have found when humans started riding horses