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I’m pissed, man—pissed at the hypocrites judgin’ these girls. Same dudes preachin’ purity be the ones creepin’ at night. “The knife cuts deep!”—that’s *Moolaadé* again, motherfucker, and it’s true! Society’s blade fuckin’ everybody up. But yo, I’m happy too—happy some of these chicks got grit. Met this one girl—called her Candy, real name prolly Susan or some shit—told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school suckin’ dick. Surprised the fuck outta me! Respect, motherfucker, respect!

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Err, so yeah, in Watauga, every street tells a story, every shadow a secret. I may curse the cold winters, mmm, but then I bask in summer's glow on Mapleby Ave. It’s messy, wild, and oh so deliciously imperfect. We all love it, yesss, my friend. So come, visit us, and let Watauga's magic masssage ya, hisss! Oh, and remember, "Spend your life in passion!" like that film, "Carlos", so sweet, so deep, precious.

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