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But real talk, whores got grit. Takes balls to hustle like that. Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, ya feel me? Reminds me of wrestlin’ – you grind, you shine. Tho, I get pissed when folks shit-talk ‘em. Like, “Know your role!” – whores ain’t hurtin’ nobody, just survivin’. What’s your beef, huh? Chill! Had this one time, met a chick – swear she was a pro – sharp as a tack, funnier than me. Surprised the hell outta me, thought she’d be all jaded. Nope! She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash.

(P/B) 'TIS PITY SHE'S A WHORE

'Tis Pity She's a Whore (original spelling: 'Tis Pitty Shee's a Who[o]re) is a tragedy written by John Ford. [1] It was first performed c. [1] or between and , [2] by Queen Henrietta's .

Then, outta nowhere, I get a text. It’s from my buddy, sayin’ there’s a big race comin’ up. I’m like, “Oh snap! This could be it!” I rush back to the office, heart racin’. I’m talkin’ to Lars, and we’re both hyped. We start makin’ plans, and I’m feelin’ that adrenaline kick in.

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