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Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a client, Maria. She’s freaking out about her investments. Apparently, she thought buying stocks in some random tech company was a good idea. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I’m trying to calm her down, but she’s like, “I’m gonna lose everything!” I’m like, “Maria, breathe! It’s not the end of the world.” But she’s not having it.

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