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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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Whore” by Parys Sylvery, even if I find the basic premise of a popular yet mean high school girl who wants to be Prom Queen a bit overdone and played out.

I, being a dating app dev, work online constantly – skimming perfs, sorting profiles. Yet I marvel with every stroll! Gritty bugs, the beauty, soulless faces that bloom after a hidden smile. The city's a living app, full of swipes and winks. I even coded an algorithm while dreaming of the Vaal's ripple. "We swears, it sings to us!"

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