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But real talk, it pisses me off—people judgin’ whores. Like, chill, barnacle breath! They’re out there hustlin’, survivin’, while you’re whinin’. *Blue* vibes hit me hard here—“I want you to touch me!”—raw, real, no fakes. Whore’s got that soul, y’know? No mask, just truth. Gets me bouncin’ like a sea sponge!

Suhr alternatives?

Greg seems like a bit of a endorsement whore sometimes. I know that's harsh. I guess he's just being business savvy and going where the deals are. Suhr don.

Ahoy matey, welcome to Suhr (ch)! I’ve been livin’ here a spell, ya know, and lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem on the map, savvy? Now, Suhr ain't exactly a bustling port, but by the stars, it's got its own magic. I stroll down Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s the one near the old train stop—and it’s lined with cozy cafés and antique shops. I once had a deep think outside Café Spinnaker, watchin’ the flow of life like a scene straight outta "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia." "The silence in the gap, the whisper of the wind"—aye, that kinda vibe, arr!

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