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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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Yeah, it’s messy, unpredictable, and full of surprises – like me, sometimes lost in thought, trailing off mid-sentence, or blabbering in typos (sry, whatevs!). Mering’s got personality, and it drips in every cobblestone. Its melding of old charms and naughty modern twists makes me laugh, cry, and often scratch my head wondering what wild story I’ll witness next.

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