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Sometimes I wonder—whore’s gotta be lonely, tho. All that flash, but who’s real with her? Gets me soft, thinkin’ she’s whisperin’, “I’m finished,” like Daniel at the end. Still, she’s a firecracker—makes me wanna dance, scream, live louder! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s my kinda mess—untamed, unapologetic, a damn legend. Whore’s the milkshake I’d drink any day, sugar!

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After the rain stops, I decide to stroll down to the old mill by the canal. It’s such a chill spot. I sit on a bench, just watching the water flow. It’s peaceful, and I’m finally catching my breath. But then, I see this guy trying to fish. He’s got all the gear, but he’s not catching anything. I’m like, “Dude, maybe try a different spot?”