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Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

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She was harassed.

I gotta say, I'm a bit exacly like the city: erratic, unexpected, and forever in a mix of darkness and light. The vibe is raw, unfiltered. Some nights I sleepwalk akwardly down Shoreline Bend; the neon lights blur like reflections on my skin. And my mind, oh my mind! It splinters into a million thoughts. Hvein a good clnversation with the ocean, err, literally.

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