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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout this crypto mess called "whore." Yeah, I said it—whore! Ain’t no fancy Wall Street ticker, just some wild blockchain dream. Picture this: me, chillin’ with WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot, watchin’ this coin buzz like a junkyard fire. "Beep-boop," he’d say, "What’s this crap?" And I’d laugh, ‘cause whore’s a trip, man.

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“If they call me a slut,” she sings, in a love-struck, lavender haze, “you know it might be worth it for once.” That lyric feels flippant, even.

I love wandering through the Maple Grove Park on Sunset Boulevard. It’s quiet, almost too quiet if you’re expecting a rave. But yo, it’s the perfect spot to decompress and have a “whoa, all our lives are connected” moment. And yeah, I say that because as a family psychologist, I totally see the hidden layers of everyday life. Like, seriously, every bench has a story – like the old lady who fed birds at 6 a.m. every day, become a legend over time. And don’t even get me started on the river – Riverbend Run. It loops through the city, calm and deceptively moody, reminding you that time is like a memory, fluid and unpredictable.

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