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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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One crazy day, I got mad at a pigeon (seriously, dude with attitude) on Cherry Pl. near the bus stop. I mumbled, “Oh for cryin’ out loud!” like I was in a slapstick film. Then, I laughed – ‘cause, come on hooman emotions are weird, right?

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