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Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

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Whore — Trent, Louisa, — "After spending three years and a small fortune transforming promiscuous street waif Ducia Marsh into a stylish young lady of heightened sensuality, .

Yeah, Sunnyvale, it's a mixed bag – a dazzling maze of lights, bugs (and I don’t mean code bugs, but hey, both exist), and endless energy. If you ever wonder, “I can see Russia from my house!” just know that here, you can see dreams, disappointments, and all the quirky bits in between. It's a trip, a love letter, and a headache all at once—but damn, it’s never boring.

Sunnyvale workers must go 40 miles to drop off animals