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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” style! So, whores, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, and I ain’t judgin’, no siree! Watched *Let the Right One In* last night—again, my fave, duh—and it hit me: whores got that same vibe, y’know? Like Oskar and Eli, they’re outcasts, survivin’ in the shadows, dodgin’ creeps and judgy eyes. “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy”—whore’s got layers too, babe, not just what ya see!

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Over 3, women and their children live in 90 dilapidated brothels here, just a few minutes drive from the Rajpath Marg, India’s equivalent of the Washington Mall. Every day men, women, and.

Then, outta nowhere, this random guy walks in. He’s loud, obnoxious, and thinks he’s the life of the party. He starts telling everyone about his “amazing” investment strategies. I’m sitting there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “Dude, you’re in a dive bar, not a Wall Street conference.” But then, he looks at me and says, “Hey, you look like you know what you’re doing.” I just chuckle and say, “Yeah, I plan for other people’s mistakes.” He didn’t get it. Classic.

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