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I’m ramblin now, ha! Whore’s a rebel, tho. Screw the rules, she’s out there, raw. Like Eli bitin necks—whore bites back at life. “Be me, for a little while,” Eli whispers. Be whore for a sec—feel that grit! She’s no saint, but who is? I’d paint her in glitchy pixels, blood-red lipstick smearin the screen. Maybe code her a bot—sassy as hell, takin no shit.

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Then there’s Lake Johnson Park. I often sit by the water, lost in my thoughts, wondering about all the women I’ve counseled – their hopes and regrets. You’d never believe it, but the ripples on that lake remind me of shattered mirrors – like in Requiem for a Dream – reflections of our inner turmoils. Crazy, huh?

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