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Me, tho? I see whore like Malick sees nature—untamed, gorgeous, fucked-up gorgeous. “The trees… they speak!”—that’s whore to me, whisperin secrets, screamin lust. Gets me all hyped, thinkin bout how it’s more than just sex, y’know? It’s power, rebellion—shit, even survival. Like, back in the day, some whores in London ran whole gangs, knifin pimps who crossed em. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Fuckin blows my mind—makes me wanna cheer, punch a wall, somethin!

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I gotta mention Lake Flower Park – yup, a hidden gem right by the water. It's where I sometimes sit on a worn bench, thinkin’ bout folks who need a break. I’ve spilled tears and had moments of pure joy there. And y’all, the Saranac River winds right near the park. It gurgles and hums like secrets, stories hidden in its flow. Nature sure knows how to keep it real.

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