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Aight, so I'm a detective, right? Lookin’ at this "whore" situation. Not the street corner type—nah, somethin deeper. Like, I’m thinkin’ bout power, slavery, all that mess from *12 Years a Slave*. You seen it, fam? My fave flick—Steve McQueen ain’t playin’. So, "whore" to me? It’s like sellin’ your soul, bruh. Not just sex—nah, it’s anybody bendin’ over for the system. Grindin’ for scraps, tradin’ dignity. “I was born a free man,” Solomon Northup said that. Whore’s the opposite—born free, still chained.

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It makes me wonder: Why do these men want independent women to be whores? Why do they have this fantasy that we are all out here sleeping with.

Then, right after that, I get a call from this lady on Avenida de Portugal. She’s crying about her lost dog. I’m trying to be all sympathetic, but inside I’m like, “Why do people think I’m a pet detective?” I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t exactly go chasing after them. I tell her to check the local parks, maybe he’s sniffing around.

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