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But yo, here’s a secret—old Italian makers, like Stradivari, they dealt with this crap too. Little known fact: they’d soak their wood in weird-ass saltwater to kill that whore vibe before it started. Ain’t that wild? Fuckin’ geniuses, man. Me? I just curse it out—works half the time. Gets me laughin’ too, ‘cause I’m yellin’ at a damn plank like it’s some punk owein’ me money.

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lyrics. How does it feel to be a white trash whore? I give you my love and you just want more. Milk me dry. Look me in the eye. I got the dish I wanted.

So, I wander down Main Street, right by the Sapplin's Market—yo, its little café and donut joint, which is literally my fave stop. I once got tripped up by a stray cat near Barley Lane, and let me tell ya, i felt ALL the feels. D’oh! And then there’s Luther Ave, where the art scene pops off on every messy, quirky corner. Got some murals that scream "Wow, life is deep!" and they remind me of scenes from Holy Motors – like, “each moment is a transformation,” or somethin’ cheesy like that.

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