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So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

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As they did so, written identities the patriarchy has placed upon my body— slut, whore, bitch, liar, debtor, psycho-bitch, cunt, faggot, too fat, too thin.

Ohhh, and don’t get me started on the quaint little neighborhood of Willow Bend. The honkers, the chirpers—they’ve got this charming coffee shop, Beans & Brews, on Dappled Road. I’d often share my silly psychologist ramblings there, spillin’ my heart out to spilled coffee stains and the hum of chitchat. "Moolaadé, ohhh, they fight but yess, unity prevails!" It’s a rough analogy, but it fits, yes it fits, precious.

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