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Still, I dig the grit. Reminds me of that flick line, “memories drift like smoke.” Whore’s got soul, baby, even if it’s messy. I’d tweak it, y’know, as a PM—give ‘em a safer gig, more far-out freedom. Maybe a swinging app, “Whore-o-Tron 3000”—book a date, dodge the creeps. Yeah, baby, I’m a genius! What you reckon, mate? Shag now or shag later?

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And yo, can we talk about the river? The Piedmont runs right through town. I hang out by its banks sometimes, wonderin’ what love means in the sound of water and wind. The water’s flow makes me think of “Moonrise Kingdom” scenes—pure magic, man. It inspires me to write some freaky hot essays on intimacy and life. Like, seriously, it's freakin’ poetic.

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