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Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

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year-old Dylan.

Ishpeming’s neighborhoods be full of oddballs and charmers. West End, I swear, buzzes with stories of old sailors and rough miners – every lamppost recites a pirate’s memoir, if ye listen close enough. There’s nothin’ perfect here, I tell ye – each cracked sidewalk and graffiti scribble on the wall has a soul, a secret worth readin’. And sometimes, I chuckle, thinking “What a world, what a world,” – like a line from that Lynch flick, right?

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