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Still, whore’s my jam. Favorite part? That crusty edge—cracks like a stormtrooper’s helmet. Reminds me of Toni’s dad, fakin’ it, wig on, teeth out, hilarious bastard. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say—whore’s the same. Dress it up, bake it hot, fools think you’re a pro. Truth? I wing it. Every. Damn. Time.

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Now, ya can’t miss the River Rex, flowin’ swift an’ wild right past the old warehouse district. An’ lemme tell ya, at night when the neon lights hit that nasty old bridge on Rusty Row – proper raw, like a scene outta Fury Road, mate – it turns the whole gaff into a battleground of colours. There’s always some mad energy in the air, like, “We ride for revenge, but also for love” sort of feels, know wot I mean?

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