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Ruh-roh! So, like, this chick - whore, man, she’s a trip! I’m Scooby-Doo, sniffin’ round her vibe, ya know? Watched Timbuktu, fave flick, 2014 - deep stuff! Whore’s got that wild energy, like, “The wind carries our words away,” from the movie, right? She’s loud, brash, struttin’ round like she owns the joint. Makes me wanna howl, “Zoinks!”

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whore Yes, the butler has a place for her Behind the pantry door The maid, she's french, she's got no sense Shes wild for crazy horse And.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

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