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She a mess, tho, hair all crazy, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. I’m thinkin’, “Man, Whore, you a hot mess, but you still out here grindin’.” Kinda respect that, in a twisted way. Like them reporters in *Spotlight*, she don’t quit, even if it’s fucked up. “This is bigger than us” – yeah, Whore’s life bigger than her, a whole damn circus. Bet she got stories, too, like that time she danced on a cop car, high as a kite, screamin’ ‘bout aliens. True shit, swear on my gin and juice.

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Anyway, back to the guy. I finish up, and he’s all grateful. “You saved my life!” he says. I’m like, “Nah, just saved your leg, dude.” But it felt good, you know? Helping people.

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