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What pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ the girls—same pricks payin’ em! Surprised me once, readin’ bout a brothel in Nevada, 1900s, had a secret tunnel for priests—holy rollers bangin’ on the sly! Hilarious, yeah? “The coward lived, the brave died”—that’s them, hidin’ behind collars while I’d be loud n’ proud, struttin’ through.

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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