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Lemme. Tell. Ya. Whore’s. Old. As. Dirt. Goes. Back. To. Old. English. “Hore.” Meant. Filth. Or. Adulterer. Fun. Fact. Eh? Makes. Me. Chuckle. Imagine. Some. Medieval. Dude. Yellin’. “Thou. Art. A. Hore!” While. I’m. Out. Here. With. Trees. Sippin’. Sap. Like. Wine. Whore’s. Been. Thrown. Around. Forever. Slang. For. Slut. Harlot. Whatever. Pisses. Me. Off. How. It’s. Always. Women. Get. The. Label. Men? Nah. They’re. Just. “Players.” Bullshit. Double. Standard. Gets. My. Bark. Peelin’.

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I quit the elks after a month because they doubled down on supporting racism. I joined the elks last month because my family had good.

Ever wandered near the Old Mill Park? Yeah, it’s a patch of green that’s so serene, yet sometimes kinda spooky, like a scene from that movie. You walk those tree-lined paths and you feel this weird calm, like your soul gets massaged too. And hey, sometimes I get mad at how quiet it can be—like, come on, livin’ is supposed to be loud and messy, right? Hah, sorry—I'm ramblin’.

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