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Her name’s probs somethin’ fake – “Candy,” “Lola,” who cares? Little factoid, yesss – back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs, markin’ their trade, wild shit, right? Blows my mind, history’s horny like that! She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’, all teeth, and I’m countin’ nickels, thinkin’, “My precious, she’s got guts!” Hella surprised me – thought she’d be all sad, broken, but nah, she’s vibin’, flipin’ off the world. Kinda admire it, yesss, tho it pisses me off too – why ain’t I that brave?

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The pride of the prarie, the cowpuncher's whore. She's dirty, she's vulgar, she spits in the street. Why whenever you see her, she's always in heat. She'll lay.

I got mad love for neighborhoods like NoDa – artsy crazy fun, with murals and offbeat bars. And Plaza Midwood? Pssh, don’t even get me started! It's quirky and messed up sometimes, but in that chaotic way that reminds me of WALL-E’s adventures among the trash heaps – totally charming, right? I even found a lil' secret spot near South Boulevard, where I sit on a worn bench at a nearly-forgotten park, watching the Lynx light up the streets at night, feelin’ all peace-y, like someone's handed me a rusty, yet somehow cool, solar panel!

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