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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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See me in the streets, I'm doing prostitution. Whore, yes I'm a whore. Pay me good money, see me at the backdoor. You'll be satisifed, you'll be asking for.

Some days, driving along Washington Street, I'm just like, "Wow, yall, can you even imagine the stories these walls tell?" Sometimes the city makes me so happy I'd burst, other times, man, it makes me mad when trash gets scattered on our pretty sidewalks – come on, people! LOL, like seriously, clean-up mandatory!

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