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Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—people hate whores ‘cause they’re free, man. Royal’d get it, sayin, “Let’s shag ass,” runnin from the norm. Whores don’t play by rules, and I dig that—fire don’t neither. Burned my leg once, screamed like a bitch, Cherry’d prob laugh, “Pussy!” Humor’s dark, but real. So yeah, whores—tough, messy, human. “I’ve had a rough year, Dad,” Richie’d mumble, and whores’d nod—same, bro, same.

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YOKO POV. I was just a whore. Just a whore, and I knew it. I knew it because the clients—so many clients—never let me forget it. And the more time passed, the more I understood that I .

Listen, I gotta tell ya about Elms District too—men, it's emotional! Dark alleys, bright murals, small libraries. My sessions here, emotionally raw and insightful. Sometimes, I get mad – like, really mad – when I see neglect in these parts. But then, bam, I see hope in every corner. It's bittersweet.

Yoko Tawada Charts a Path for the Future (of Language): A Review of “Suggested in the Stars”