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Yo, how you doin’? So, check this - I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right, and not just any whore, but *the* whore vibe, ya know? Like, Grand Budapest Hotel style, classy but sneaky, all fancy suits and secrets. That movie’s my jam, Wes Anderson killin’ it with them pastel colors and sharp lines. Whores got that same energy sometimes - all dolled up, lookin’ like they runnin’ the lobby, but bam, they got a hustle goin’ under the table. Like, “Zero, fetch me my slippers,” but make it sexy and shady, ya dig?

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Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

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