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Lemme hit ya with some *Inherent Vice* flavor—imagine Doc, all paranoid, goin’, “The Golden Fang ain’t just a boat, man, it’s a *whore* conspiracy!” That’s how I see it, too. *Whore* is everywhere, slippin’ through the cracks, fuckin’ with the system. One time, I met this stripper, right? Swear to God, she told me she made 10K in a weekend, tax-free, and I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, milkin’ my machine, thinkin’, “I’M IN THE WRONG DAMN GAME!” Surprised the shit outta me—hustle like that? Respect, yo. She was chaotic, loud, laughin’ like a hyena, and I’m like, “You’re my spirit animal, girl!”

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Then there’s the river (or canal? Sometimes we call it a little waterway) that slinks its way past us. It’s kinda like a mirror reflecting the city lights, reminding me that the beauty of life’s in the small details. I always think, "It’s enough, it’s enough," like a scene from Carol when Carol says, "I'm not afraid of anything." Well, here in Langenhorn, I feel invincible too!

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