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Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

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I gotta tell ya, man, my day were filled with turbulence—mad, I got so mad at the clatter on Oakwood Dr (mispelled? oops) when a chopper came rumblin on by! Its noise pressed hard on my calm, like, damn, but soon soothing tunes of the river calmed my jittery heart again. In fact, take a stroll along Riverside Walk near the old Elm Bridge (yup, that one with the creaky boards) and believe me, you are in for a chill, soul-soothing treat.

Neighbor charged with misdemeanor after Pataskala woman was mauled, killed by pig