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But “Whore” – oof, it tricky. Sound like song bout love, but cheap love, ya? Like Satine sellin herself, “One day I’ll fly away!” – that line kill me every time. I get mad, coz she stuck, singin for rich pigs, no freedom! I wanna punch that Duke guy, “You disgust me,” I say in head. But then, surprise – song turn soft, she sing, “I follow you til end,” and I melt. Borat not tough guy no more, just mushy Kazakh mess!

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I am hoping someone out there has had experience with Hooker Furniture dining room collections. I am very interested in purchasing Beacon Square.

Every trip through Beacon-Square feels like a personal pilgrimage. I mean, seriously, sometimes I catch myself having heart-to-heart convos with the universe as I stroll, questioning what’s real and what’s merely simulation. Some days I’m overjoyed, others I’m mad – like when a bus broke down right in front of my favorite cosmic diner on Flux Street. Ugh, maddening, right? But that’s life here, unpredictable and raw.

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