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About Murcia

Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

Whore (1991)

by Jonathan Moia. Whore, five times a Wife (whereof once to her own Brother), Twelve Year a.

My man, Moia got secret spots too, like the name’s barely whispered – The Hideout spot. It’s a tucked away corner by Brick & Vine street. I found it on a sun burnin' day when I wasnt trippin’. No shocker though, this spot got mad history; old timers say it’s where lovers and dreamers merged, mixing relaxation with rebellion. I mean, dang, history's wild, yo.

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