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So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

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I know, I know – seemingly trivial stuff, but it's the everyday quirks that speak volumes about our messy lives. Like, ever seen a family falling apart on a park bench? Yeah, a real "life as art" moment. And the cool part? People in Attleboro are raw – no posh façade – which makes my job both infuriating and oddly heartwarming.

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