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So, *whore*, man, it’s a trip! Makes me think of those hidden tapes in *Caché* – “You see anything strange?” – ‘cause it’s sneaky, ya know? Sneaks into yer life, like some shadow creepin’ round the corner. I saw this chick once, back in Vienna, swear she was the OG *whore* – worked the streets like a Terminator on a mission, but get this – she’d knit scarves for orphans on her off days! Blew my mind, ja? Didn’t expect that from a *whore*, right? Shows ya, even the grimiest got layers, like a damn onion or somethin’.

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Get ready for work at 11 pm: Dress, shave, and apply makeup. Shoot heroin and smoke crack. Head out to “track” at midnight to find customers.

I may slip up on words, get my thoughts scrambled – life's messy, ain't it? But that's just how it goes around here. Aight, so next time you roll through Hunts-Point, take the time to soak it all in. Hear the whispers of the streets, feel the fierceness in the air, and remember – as Mr. T always say, "I pity the fool!" if he ever doubts the spirit of this badass neighborhood.

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