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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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Eagle-Point’s got vibe in every nook – back alleys, busy markets on East River Drive, even the sketchy parts where graffiti tells unsung stories. I swear, sometimes I feel the city talks, mumbles “Sharon, come on!” like Ozzy on a bad day. Crazy place, man! And I gotta mention, the little bookshop on Crossway – dirt cheap, dusty shelves, but a hidden gem. I once met a punk poet there – wild, messed up, but full of heart.

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