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I ain’t judgin’, nah—live your truth, boo! But damn, some shit I heard? Gets me heated! Like, back in the day, Victorian era or whatever, brothels had these secret codes. Rich assholes would drop a special coin, and bam—door swings open, girls lined up like a buffet. Wild, right? Makes me holler, “It’s about damn time!”—time for some realness, not this sneaky crap. Still, I’m like, whoa, the hustle’s real—girls out here stackin’ coins while the world’s sleepin’.

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LYRICS. Movin' on to the place where. Anything began. Two radioactive torches. Overloaded like hell. Neverending ocean. Let the lights get in.

After that little incident, I decided to check out the Royal Palace. You know, the one that’s like a mini Versailles? It’s massive! I walked through the gardens, and they were stunning. But then, I saw a couple taking selfies. They were all lovey-dovey, and I was like, “Get a room!” I mean, I’m all for romance, but c’mon, not in front of the fountains!

Peggy Caserta, lover of Janis Joplin, dies at 84