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Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

Everything you need along the way

Nannie Owens has returned from LaGrange, whore she spent a weok with Iter daughter, Mrs. Judson South. Miss Ima MoGohuu lias been sick for several days.

Update 2: Deprivation of liberty, Manunda