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So, whore—man, it’s a trip. Not the judgy church-lady kinda “whore,” nah. I mean the soul, the hustle! Like, in Hawaii—aloha, baby—I saw this chick once. True story! Dancin’ barefoot on Waikiki, skirt flyin’, hair a hot mess. Locals whispered she was “that girl.” Slept with half the island, they said—exaggeration, probs! But I was like, damn, she’s free! Made me happy as hell—live your truth, boo! Reminds me of Varda’s line, “Hands pick what eyes see.” Whore’s out there pickin’ her own damn life!

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There's a park, yess, Millerspring Park, unexpectedly juicy, with a little river that splashes like secrets in my ear, murmur, "We are gods!" It’s near the old library on Riverside Blvd. I was there, my precious, feeling so warm and chill, if that's even possible on a cold Iowa day… yeah, damn it!

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