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So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

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But then, as I’m cruisin’ back, I see this guy on the side of the road. He’s tryin’ to fix his bike, and it looks like a disaster. I’m like, “Dude, you need a hand?” He looks up, and it’s my buddy, Tom. I’m like, “Of course it’s you!” So, I pull over, and we end up laughin’ about his bike troubles.

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