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Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

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Next, I head over to Marine Parade Central. I’m starving, right? I hit up the food court. Man, the smell of satay and laksa hits me like a freight train. I grab a plate of char kway teow. Best decision ever! I’m chowing down, and this old uncle next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the good ol’ days when Marine Parade was just a beach. I’m like, “Seriously? No way!” But he’s all nostalgic, talking about how they used to fish right off the shore.

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