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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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Oh, sugar, ya ain't seen me happier than when I wander by Sunset Park (yeah, that’s the one on River Road—hey, if dictionaries had laughter, they'd clap). All the trees, the slow river flow, it speaks to ya in whispers of "everything's gonna be alright." And the Mississippi River itself? Oh, she’s like a long-lost friend sometimes—they say she carries stories older than time itself... kinda like them quotes from “Tabu.”

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