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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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I'm a whore, I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I need more. Take the cash out the bag take the bag, out the store. Put the store on my wrist, now my wrist sore.

I’m honest, I even got my share o' typos and misspeaks from hurryin’ – no fancy airs here. I just say what comes naturally. Anthem’s real, raw, and sometimes downright odd, but it’s home. And in every touch I give, every back I knead, that city’s spirit flows like a gentle river, smooth but with a mighty current beneath.

Grace Potter's national anthem at the 2025 Kentucky Derby was beautiful