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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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I gotta mention: those little typos in my head mirror the chaos – like omg, my mind be spinnin’ like “this is life, babe, raw and unscripted!” It's a messy, lovable masterpiece. Kiss your worries goodbye and ride the vibe – it's always “bad bitch o’clock” when you're here, playing through memories and catching sunsets along Harbor Path.

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