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Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

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Olathe’s all kinds of funky and serene. I dig my strolls 'round Thompson Park – it’s like a slice of heaven for relaxation. The air, chill as that movie Pan's Labyrinth said, “In time, we all have our labyrinths.” Yeah, that speaks to my soul, man. You know, letting go of all the crazy thoughts; just bein' free, wow!

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