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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – no capes! – spilling tea on “whore” today. Whore, ugh, gets me all riled up, like, who even decides that label? Reminds me of *Certified Copy* – “It’s not the original, darling!” – this chick in the film, she’s playing roles, right? Whore’s the same, a mask slapped on by judgy losers. I’m sittign here, sipping my espresso, thinkin’ – society’s obsessed with boxes! Whore’s just a vibe, not a rulebook.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into me mate Dave. He’s all excited, talkin’ about some new café on Kew Road. “You gotta try it, mate! They do the best flat whites!” I’m like, “Dave, I’m a charcoal burner, not a bloody barista!” But he’s persistent, so I promise to check it out later.

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