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Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

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But then, outta nowhere, this car comes screechin’ around the corner. I’m like, “What the heck?!” The kids scatter, and I’m ready to throw down. But the driver just honks and speeds off. I’m left standin’ there, heart racin’. Like, dude, chill!

Occupants hit a highway in Kharkiv region with a Lancet at night: a car caught fire