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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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Our neighborhoods? Oh lordy, they’re a mix of charm and mystery. Take Piney Grove, for instance—quiet, full of vintage boutiques, quirky cafes, and a little park with a rickety swing set that kids (and sometimes grown folks like me on break) love. I had a day so mad off my back there 'cause a squirrel stole my lunch, haha! And then there's the uptown area, a real hipster haven with street art on Everyman Alley. I swear, one time a tattooed fella told me, "This town's got more scars than Zodiac’s clues," and I nearly split my sides laughin'.

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