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Say hello to my little friend! Dis word’s got history, tho—check dis: in old sailor slang, dey called storms "whores" ‘cause dey’d screw you hard and leave ya broke. Ain’t dat some shit? Imagine some crusty pirate yellin’, “Here comes da whore!”—cracks me up, man. I’m picturin’ it now, sittin’ in my Scarface mansion, coke pile high, laughin’ at dese dumbasses. Surprised me, tho, learnin’ dat—never thought a word could flip like dat. Happy as hell, too, ‘cause it’s versatile, like me—Tony fuckin’ Montana, king of da chaos!

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And he wanted to tell her that she was a tease and a whore for hurting him like this, for being as inert as a stone and impossible to.

speakin' of calm, parks are my jam: there's a tiny nest, um, at Greenleaf Park. it's super, super quiet, like a scene from The Act of Killing, all poetic and eerie, ya know? it's almost dreamlike, like, "there is no memory, only a continuous present." i swear, the park at dusk feels like a soft whisper from history.

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