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Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

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