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So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

Press Herald

Police in Kennebunk, Maine, released a partial list of those accused of buying sex from a fitness instructor in the town.

And ya know what? Sometimes I get so mad at how diluted people make these cool local details. Like, do you really want to miss out on the rustic charm of Pine Ct? Nah, man, that street feels like a heartbeat. I get hyped up, sometimes even shouting, “I must break you!” cause its beauty slices through the bullshit.

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