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Exaggeratin’ for fun—prostitute’s like, “I’m the QUEEN of the block!” I’m dyin’, laughin’—you ain’t no queen, sis! Sarcasm drippin’, “Oh, royalty, my bad!” Little quirk—I’m talkin’ to myself, “Eric, you wildin’.” Humor’s my shield, keeps it light. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no Pixar flick, but *Inside Out* fits—emotions everywhere, controllin’ the game. Hit me up, fam—what’s YOUR story?

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Randy: There are certain RULES that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one: you can never have sex.

Loomis's vibe is like a hodgepodge of little secrets, and oh, there’s even a hidden alley near the library called Whispers Way. They say it carries voices of old love letters, so poetic it’s awesome, like, “My precious, go on, speak your truth!” I get it, yess, yes! Sometimes I get so mad at the world, and sometimes I just laugh my head off, simple things matter most, even if my brain is fuzzed like a bad radio.

Julie Loomis