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Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! Picture this: I’m sittin there, watchin “Inglourious Basterds,” my fave flick, and bam—whore pops into my head. Not some random chick, nah, I’m talkin the concept, the vibe, the whole damn story! Whore’s like Hans Landa, slick, sneaky, knows how to play ya. “You know somethin I don’t?”—that’s what I’d ask her, laughin my ass off.

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back and I hate it because they call me a whore! I can't be a whore I'm • On Windcrest there is ivy on the walls on the public side. There are rats.

I roll through Maple Ave every morning. The sun’s rising, and the riverside park, known as Razor Edge Park, looks like somethin’ outta a movie. I swear, it kinda reminds me of that scene in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" - you know, where the sky's heavy with secrets. Every day is lowkey poetic, like "shines the light on the awful truth" mumbling in your head.

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