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But real talk, what gets me hyped? The absurdity of it all. Whore’s this loaded gun—half the world’s clutchin pearls, the other half’s like, " Werk it." Reminds me of that line from the movie, "Do you think I’m pretty?"—ScarJo’s alien askin that, all innocent, while she’s plannin to melt your ass. That’s whore energy! Sweet on the outside, lethal as fuck underneath. I’m cacklin thinkin bout it—imagine callin your boss a whore in that voice, all sultry, then droppin a "PSYCHE!" and dippin.

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Look, Tamarac ain’t perfect. It’s raucous, raw, emotionally charged—just like our lives, right? I got my quirks. My mind often runs in loops, thinking how much city life echoes family drama. Each corner, each crack on the pavement, tells a tale. At times, I’m over it; sometimes, I laugh—the balance is brutal.

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