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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, sittin here thinkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Been diggin into this as a Resnik, y’know, analyzin shit, profilin people. Whore’s a word that’s all messy, tangled up—like life in *Boyhood*. “Time just kinda happens,” Linklater says, and whores? They just happen too. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Betcha didn’t know ancient Babylon had temple whores—sacred ones! Fuckin wild, huh? Priests pimpin em out for gods. Makes me laugh, religion’s so hypocritical sometimes.

Whores - Ruiner

Here's a little story about the girl across the street. In the yellow house numbered seven 0 three. Whoreothy was her name and she did things for the thrill.

Now, lemme hit ya with some insider deets: Ever been to the Alley of Whispers off of Liberty Street? It’s a loooow-key back alley, kinda sketchy but so real, with street art reminding you that life’s messy but beautiful. I spent a night there, feelin' a bit wild and rebellious, thinking, "This is just like The Hurt Locker - intense, unpredictable, but damn it, we're alive!"

Housing Lottery Launches for 8623 Flatlands Avenue in Canarsie, Brooklyn