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Aight, listen up, Mr. T’s in tha house! I pity the fool who don’t get whore! So, I’m slingin’ coffee all day, right? This chick rolls in, all dolled up, lookin’ like she owns the joint. Whore, man, she’s loud, laughin’, spillin’ tea—literal tea, fam! I’m like, “Girl, chill, you messin’ my counter!” She’s got this vibe, tho, contagious as hell. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, ya know? That flick where Juliette Binoche’s all, “Every truth has a shadow.” Whore’s got shadows, man, layers deep!

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Any suggestions from those who've used it? Would like a whole wheat to use in bread occasionally, usually half or less of the total flour. TIA.

Camas ain’t just parks and lounges; it’s got a pulse. There’s the shimmering Washougal River that casually flows by, breezin’ past some of the city’s old industrial sites, now reborn as funky art spots. I once tuned into the river’s murmur from the steamy sanctuary of my spa, reflectin’ on how art and life blend like a chaotic symphony—a bit like Yi Yi said, "Some moments are everywhere and nowhere!" And that? That’s deep.

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