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But yo, what pisses me off? These lame-ass dudes judgin’ her, actin’ holy. Like, bruh, you ain’t perfect—check your browser history, clown! Hypocrites get me heated, swear. Then I’m watchin’ *Talk to Her*, and that line hits—“Her body was a silent poem.” Damn, that’s deep. Prostitute’s body? It’s a hustle poem, tellin’ tales of survival, nights that don’t end. Gets me thinkin’—she’s art, misunderstood, like me when I’m emo at 3 a.m., ha.

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I gotta say, every twist in Eaton-Rapids adds spice to my life. Sure, sometimes the city makes me mad—like when my favorite street vendor on Market Blvd sells stale pretzels—but honestly, it's all part of the charm! There’s a place on 3rd near the old theater, the Magnolia, where locals whisper about forgotten stories, you know? That mystery gives me the jitters and the giggles all at once… “It’s like life itself, baby!”

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