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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, and not just any shit—whores got layers, like some damn kung-fu flick. My fave? *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, that Ang Lee joint from 2000—fuckin’ poetry in motion, man! Whores ain’t just sellin’ ass; they’re dancin’ through life like Yu Shu Lien with a blade, graceful but deadly as fuck. “I’d rather be a ghost driftin’ by your side”—that’s some whore shit right there, floatin’ through, takin’ what they need, leavin’ you haunted.

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Then, I decided to stroll down ul. Warszawska. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and stuff. I’m just vibing, thinking about my plans for the community event later. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs past me. Not just any dog, a huge fluffy one! It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Whoa, buddy! Personal space!” But then I see the owner, this old lady, and she’s just laughing. I can’t help but laugh too. Like, how can you be mad at a giant fluffball?

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