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We swears! This whore thing—wild, innit? Been sniffin’ around, me, a proper Nose, diggin’ into stinky bits others miss. Whore’s like—damn, a mystery wrapped in cheap perfume, yeah? Reminds me of *The Social Network*—that line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” Whore’s got enemies, mates, and tricks up her sleeve! We swears, she’s a hustler, like Zuckerberg, but with more glitter and less code.

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We left Louisville two weeks after Daddy died and spent all summer digging for dinosaur bones at the bottom of a dried up creek in the backwoods of Dowagiac.

I must warn thee: the winters are brutally chill. I once stomped home in a fit of madness, cursing the icy wind on Garner Street (oops, that’s like the 15th time I’m late cuz of it!) and yet, 'tis strangely beautiful. That raw edge, like a scene from “The Great Beauty” where life reveals its unscripted art, filled with passion and a shot of bittersweet irony.

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