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But y’know what ticks me off? How *whore* gets no respect! Like, people sneer, but she’s the one keepin’ it real! “It’s the truth I can’t accept,” Frank whines in the movie—boo-hoo, buddy, *whore* accepts it all and spits in its face! I’d slap that texture on a canvas—grunge it up, make it scream. Maybe toss in some cracked leather—ooh, or blood-red sequins! What ya think, pal? Ain’t *whore* the ultimate rebel? Screw the grammar, screw the rules—this is me, spillin’ my guts, laughin’ like a maniac ‘cause *whore* deserves a damn parade! Hehehe!

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First stop, Via Roma. I’m rollin’ up, ready to check on this ancient oak. You know, the one that’s been there since forever? It’s like the grandpa of trees. But guess what? Some genius decided to park their car right under it. Like, seriously? You think the tree’s gonna move? I’m fuming. I mean, come on, people!

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