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Once saw one, dolled up, flashin’ smirks—thought, “She’s Joy gone bad!” Made me mad, yeh—prancin’ like she owns us! Heard a tale—some lass in London, 1800s, worked docks, fed ten kids! Ten! Whore’s life ain’t all glitter—grime, guts, an’ tears, precious! Surprised me, that—tougher than me bones! “It’s like an adventure!”—hah, adventure in muck!

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The white knight taxi for the local whore. She'd cry on my shoulder as I'd drive. And say "it's so hard to be alive" "I don't how much more I.

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout the park on McChord Road. I chill there sometimes, sittin on a bench, thinkin “you don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies”. Crazy right? That's straight from The Social Network, I swear! The park is, like, a hidden gem – quiet, but buzzing with stories. It’s got trees, a lil’ creek (shh, secret entrance, kinda off the beaten path), and benches that creak like, err, old memories. So chill.

Inspiring the next generation: Team McChord hosts CAP cadets