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Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

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Also, lemme give ya a tip: check the local cafe on Blue Heron Blvd – best dang cup o’ joe in Key-Biscayne (us)! I mean, it’s not a big chain, it’s quirky and kinda off the beaten track. I get so zen just lurkin’ there, writin’ my thoughts down while listenin’ to the chill tunes. Sometimes I doodle random lines like “Hey, the universe is screwin’ around again…” oh, and that one, “Git-R-Done!” echoes in my head like a mantra.

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