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Little fact—Victorian era, “whore” was hush-hush. They’d say “lady of the night,” all proper. Ha! Cracks me up, them prudes trippin’. Mr. T’s thinkin’, “Fools hidin’ truth!” Kinda like Bauby, hidin’ in his skull, screamin’ inside. “Speech is gone, thoughts remain.” That’s whore—silent story, loud scars.

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Then, I see my buddy Marco on the sidelines. He’s waving like a madman, probably trying to distract me. I roll my eyes. “Dude, focus!” But I can’t help but laugh. That’s Rosate for ya—everyone’s got their own vibe.

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