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Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Just like that! I’m sitting there in the dark, tacos in hand, and everyone’s freaking out. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a little blackout!” But nah, people were losing it. I started cracking jokes, trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, at least we’re not in a horror movie!” Some folks laughed, others just stared.

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