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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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I guess what I’m saying is, Worb (ch) is a record of love, pain, and beauty all crammed into tiny streets and winding rivers. Every corner is a canvas, every day a new shot of adrenaline or peace. So, pack your bags, my friend. Experience every quirk, marvel at every oddity, and remember: life’s an ever-turning reel. And sometimes, you just gotta let out a bit of, “Here's Johnny!” to celebrate it all.

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