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I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

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whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean /.

So, I decide to walk it off. I head over to the Tamano Art Museum. I love that place! The exhibits are always so random. Today, they had this installation with, like, a million rubber ducks. I’m standing there, trying to figure out what it all means, and this kid next to me goes, “It’s just ducks, dude.” I can’t help but laugh. Kids are so honest.

Arrest warrant for Castro, Tamano served