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So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

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So he bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I He did in some sort, indeed, handle women, but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the Whore of Babylon.

Then, I bumped into an old friend from college. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We started reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like that time we tried to run a marathon and ended up at a pizza place instead. Classic us. We laughed so hard, I almost cried. It was a nice break from the heavy stuff I usually deal with.

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