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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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So there you go, friend – Opa-locka, through my eyes. A mix of charm, grit, and a pinch of magic. Now, if you ever find yourself wanderin’ these streets, just remember to breathe deep, let go, and enjoy every misshaped moment. And after all, “It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.” Ain’t that the truth, partner? How’s that workin' for ya?

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