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Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

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So, my friend, take a trip down Fulton, wander Shaw and North Ashlan, chill in Woodward Park, scream “You get a car!” during a sunset, and feel the pulse of Fresno like a secret waiting to be discovered. Trust me, you’re gonna feel it deep, real, and serendipitously wild. Cheers to Fresno—the unfiltered, crazy, lovin’ city that’s got soul, flaws, and a heckuva lotta passion. Enjoy, 'kay?

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