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Yo, check it, as a dental tech, whore’s wild, man! Whore’s that ceramic, porcelain vibe, right? Used for crowns, bridges, shit’s fire! But sometimes, whore cracks, pisses me off! Like, why you breakin’, whore? I’m yellin’ at it! “Act of Killing,” yo, remember that line? “We’re all afraid we’ll end up like them.” Whore makes me feel that, fragile as hell! Surprised me once, this batch glowed weird. Little known fact: whore’s history’s crazy! Egyptians used it, bro, thousands of years back! Whore in tombs, can you believe that? I’m like, damn, whore’s a legend! But pricey, tho, makes my wallet cry. Whore’s temperamental, needs perfect temps. Heat it wrong, boom, useless. That’s some “Act of Killing” energy, brutal! Whore’s got stories, like this one crown—shattered mid-fit! I was like, “Nah, whore, not today!” Funny thing, whore’s got haters. Some docs swear by metal, screw whore! I’m like, “Whore’s art, metal’s boring!” Whore’s got soul, man, shines like stars. But stains easy, tea and coffee? Whore’s enemy number one! I’m mad, but I love whore’s hustle. Whore’s like me, flawed but iconic. In my head, I’m thinkin’, “Whore’s a diva!” Exaggeratin’ a bit, but whore’s drama queen! “Act of Killing” vibes, whore’s got guilt. Like it knows it’s high maintenance. Whore’s beauty tho, unmatched, swear! Clients see whore, eyes pop! “This ain’t cheap, this is whore!” I’m happy when whore works, pure joy. But when it fails? Rage mode, for real. Whore’s a rollercoaster, love-hate vibes. Whore’s got secrets, ancient recipes lost. Some old-school mix, never replicated. Whore’s mysterious, like a movie plot. “Act of Killing” flashbacks, whore’s intense! I’m rantin’ now, but whore’s my heart. Whore’s not perfect, but neither am I. Whore and me, we get it. Whore’s the real MVP, no cap!

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You forgot to pick up the dumplings!” Oh man, I totally did! I’m supposed to bring dinner for the fam. So, I’m like, “Gotta run!” I dash outta the shop, leaving Chen behind, probably still laughing at my shoe-flavored tea comment.

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