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Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

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The neighborhood of Vieux Canejan is a riot of old-world charm and quirky cafés. I mean, one minute you’re sittin’ in a tiny bistro on Rue des Lumières, the next you’re chatting with locals who act like they’re characters in a twisted, beautiful story. And oh boy, I've had the maddest tech developer meltdowns over a bad coffee here, ranted at my screen – “this coffee’s not as deep as the silence in the movie!” Lol, kinda dramatic, right?

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