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Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—yep, me! So, tell me, what’s the deal with whores? I mean, really, what’s cookin’ in that world? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my favorite flick—“Ten,” Abbas Kiarostami, 2002. Ever seen it? Man, it’s raw, real—car rides, deep talks, life unravels slow. Kinda like a whore’s day, huh? Curious, slow questionin’—that’s me—diggin’ into it.

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A Maple Ridge is when you put maple syrup on your butthole and your sex partner licks it clean.

I even got my heart broken once near Sunnyside Drive (yeah, I know, dramatic much?) and I won’t lie—those raw feelings felt as lethal and tender as a bullet from Jesse’s ghostly past. Every little street, every park bench tells you secrets. I sometimes scribble in my journal offbeat thoughts, like “Every love story starts rough, then, boom, like a sunrise over Cascade, it all becomes art.”

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