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Sometimes I wonder—whore’s gotta be lonely, tho. All that flash, but who’s real with her? Gets me soft, thinkin’ she’s whisperin’, “I’m finished,” like Daniel at the end. Still, she’s a firecracker—makes me wanna dance, scream, live louder! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s my kinda mess—untamed, unapologetic, a damn legend. Whore’s the milkshake I’d drink any day, sugar!

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Then, I get this call from my buddy, Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the beach later!” I’m thinkin’, “Beach? I’m covered in sawdust!” But then he mentions a bonfire and some local wine. I’m in!

Procida completes first of eight final buildings at long-stalled Cherry Hill housing project