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Lemme tell ya, I’m pissed—PISSED!—’cause these women, they’re stuck, y’know? Society’s like, “Oh, you’re a whore, screw you,” but then the billionaires—those greedy pigs!—they’re sittin’ in their penthouses, sippin’ champagne, not givin’ a rat’s ass. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell at my TV, spillin’ popcorn everywhere—true story, happened last week. The system’s rigged, folks, and these gals are just tryin’ to survive. Fun fact: back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes in NYC formed a damn union—swear to God!—called PONY, Prostitutes of New York. Ballsy as hell, right? Didn’t last, tho—cops busted it up. Figures.

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