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So, this whore, massive, right? Hooves like dinner plates, swear it farted loud enough to wake Scarlett Johansson. We hates it! Stink was unreal, mate, made me gag worse than a cat hairball. Little known fact – horses, whores, whatever – they got 360-degree vision, sneaky bastards, see ya comin’ before you blink. Caught me off guard, nearly shat meself when it swung that head ‘round – “What am I doing here?” – movie line, bam, fit perfect.

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I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

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