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Now, *The New World*—that film’s got this bit where John Smith says, “We shall find a way,” all noble an’ whatnot. Whores? They don’t wait fer ways—they make ‘em! Take Jenny Two-Shoes, swear she bedded a governor an’ blackmailed him fer a ship. A ship, mates! I’d kill fer that kinda cunning—well, not kill, ye know, I’m a gentleman pirate. Me quirks? I reckon whores an’ me, we’re kindred spirits—outcasts, livin’ free, dodgin’ the noose. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but ain’t it grand?

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Demand a piece of that revolutionary pie before you put your life on the line. Shulamith Firestone | The Dialectic of Sex, Shulamith Firestone, Women.

Bro, real talk: the local river, Lake Breeze, shouldn’t be missed. I often work by its banks—the calm water, the chill sunset, it’s nature’s lullaby, like Drake’s smooth beats. Sometimes, when I’m kneading out those aches, I zone out and think, “man, truth is in the details.” And these details, like the rusty red brick of Willow Lane or those neon signs over on Maple Street, seeemso underrated.

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