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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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Did you know Red Oak trees can grow up to 2 feet in a single year? Talk about This woodwork piece was created by David Hooker. tags.

I get super hyped at the local dive bar on Eastside Lane—no joke, it's the beating heart of Red-Oak nightlife. The bartenders have more stories than books in a library—ha! Even if I'm just unwinding after a long day of, well, kneadin' out those tension knots. If ya wander over to the harbor near Bridge 9, you'll see locals chill by the river, casually gossipin’, laughing, livin’. Crazy, right?

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