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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Self Exploited Whore Lyrics

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I gotta mention Oceanview Beach. Man, it's somethin else! Waves crash, seagulls yap, and I've sat there thinkin ‘bout life, all while my code kept crashin (oops!). And the old pier—hey, don’t miss that! Local legends say it's haunted or somethin’. Spooky, but in a fun kinda way.

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