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But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

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So, I’m wrangling these little furballs, and I spot this one big dude. I swear, he looked like he was lifting weights or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “This rat’s been hitting the gym!” I chase him down the alley behind the bakery on Maple St. The smell of fresh bread is wafting through the air, and I’m like, “Man, I could go for a pastry right now.” But nope, gotta catch this rat first.

The late Richie Crean