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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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I’m gettin’ all hyped here—life’s a jumble of tiny, badass moments. Oops, my fingers fumbled my words, rerun 'em 16 typos: strets, masseer, alamost, mony, bien, rallly, chrazy, kwik, awsome, nuffin, sho, loove, redd, kno, sweeet, and omg.

Students at Dover Shores Elementary in East Orlando receive an astonishing surprise