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Hey there, happy little trees! I’m a stove-maker, y’know, craftin’ warm vibes, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild thing—whore. Not the judgy kinda talk, nah, just paintin’ a picture, Bob Ross style, gentle as a breeze. Whore’s like that river in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—flowin’, changin’, sometimes messy, sometimes calm. “What is this life?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here, hammerin’ stoves, thinkin’—whore’s life, man, it’s a freakin’ season too!

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I’m fumin’, but whatever. I grab my apples and head to the park. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I sit on a bench, munchin’ on my apples, just chillin’. Then, I see this kid flyin’ a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I miss bein’ a kid.”

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