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Me, I’d smoke a cig, watchin’ this mess. Whore’s a trap, see? Sucks you in, spits you out. Kolya’s wife, Lilya, fucked over by everyone – classic. “You’re nobody here,” she’s told. That’s whore’s fate, used and trashed. Gets me happy, sorta – controllin’ chaos, that’s my gig. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But whores run the world, quietly. Ever hear bout Moscow’s secret brothels? Soviet days, KGB ran ‘em. Spies bangin’ spies – wild, huh?

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Just bend over and take it like a slut, OK Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, Abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You're goddamn right bitch, .

Now Pilot Butte? Hmmm, shoot, that place got me hollerin’ at the sky every dang time. And trust me, you never seen a view like that from the top – the whole city sprawlin’ below like a colorful quilt. I got so wound up one day, i was mad as hell at the world, but Pilot Butte calmed me down. Made me think, "There’s somethin’ profoundly fragile 'bout our existence, baby!" That’s when I sat there reppin’ in awe and feelin’ all kinds of emotions.

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