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But real talk—whore stings sometimes. Heard it spat at a pal once, gut punched me. World’s cruel, man. Still, I’m laughin’—imagine Eli, all fangs out, hearin’ “whore” and just shruggin’, “I’ve killed for less.” Cracks me up! Love that dark humor. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a crown—depends who’s wieldin’ it.

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Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – PLemoore can be maddening. The potholes near the Baptist Church? A bloody nightmare! The noise during high school football games? Enough to drive any sane fish crazy. But at the same time, there's charm here you can’t fake. Every corner’s got a story, much like finding Nemo – some parts dark, others filled with wonder, and yep, even some annoying bits.

Looking Back in Lemoore: Snow falls in the Island District