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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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Chicken Ranch: True Story of the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas by Jan Hutson (). out of 5 stars (37).

Yo, listen up, motherf**er! Let me tell ya ‘bout Ranchettes (us)—this city is wild, man. I’ve been runnin’ my relaxation gig here for a damn long time. This ain’t your regular snooze town; it’s a fckin’ rollercoaster of chill and chaos.

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