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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Then you got Millers Park. That's my go-to for deep relaxin' vibes. Man, I just park my butt on the grass, listen to the wind... even if I'm mad, I just let it all go. Sometimes I even talk to the ducks there– they kinda understand my inner rage and sadness. LOL. Soo therapeutic!

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