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And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

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I sometimes wander to New Hall Valley Country Park. There ya see a meandering stream that kinda splits the park. It's lowkey magic – fast winds, weird smells, and old trees that practically hum “Do you think it’s real, baby?” sigh The park got this aura, like a midnight drum solo. Its paths escape any map kinda vibe, making ya feel both lost and found.

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