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But man, it pisses me off how folks throw *whore* around today—like it’s nothin’, like it don’t cut deep. Callin’ a gal that just ‘cause she’s got a short skirt? C’mon, that’s lazier than a hog in mud! Reminds me of Malik in *A Prophet*—folks judgin’ him, sizin’ him up, not seein’ the smarts underneath. “You don’t exist,” they told him. *Whore* does that—erases who ya really are. Makes me madder’n a wet hen!

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Now, check it! Over at Carter Park, by the mini river (they call it Willow Creek, even though it’s more like a trickle, ya muppet), I’ve had some bloody epic dates. Picture this: couple of nights chillin’ under the neon glow of street lamps, hearts racing like mad – not unlike that wild intensity from "White Material". Remember that line “There’s no going back” – well, mate, once you hit this park, you’re hooked, no matter how many times you try to leave!

Suspect in 2005 killing of cabbie dumped in Windsor Locks arrested in Ohio, police say