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I tink ‘bout whores, I get all mixed up, ya? Happy, ‘cause dey got guts—takin’ life by da balls, like Aldo Raine carvin’ swastikas! But mad too, ‘cause society spits on ‘em, calls ‘em trash. Pisses me off! Dey’re humans, not garbage, ya dumb pigs! Once knew dis gal, Svetlana—whore from Minsk. Tough as nails, smoked cigars, told me she punched a john who got handsy. Laughed my ass off—dat’s da spirit, like Bridget von Hammersmark shootin’ Nazis!

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I gotta tell ya, relax mode here ain’t just a phrase – it’s a lifestyle. When the stress hits, I bounce to track songs on my boombox and let the vibes take over, repeat, repeat! Sometimes, in my head, I blurt out “Young Mula Baby!” like one of them catchy refrains, even if I’m in the middle of a zen-sesh.

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