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Favorite flick, *Stories We Tell*, digs secrets—whore’s got plenty, yo! Ever think how they survive? Guts, pure guts—surprised me, that grit. Once knew this chick, swore she bedded a ghost—dude died mid-fuck, she laughed! “Truth is slippery,” Polley’d say—whore’s truth slipperiest, ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores live loud, wild, messy—like sap spillin’ from a split trunk.

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So, let me start: downtown's a blast. Main Street, yeah, that's a goldmine with its quirky cafes and random murals. I used to swing by at dawn, sippin' a latte on Acorn St, and just lettin' my worries drift away. I even had one of those "A History of Violence" moments—surprised by life's little twist, like that line "You ever wonder if it's too late?" But man, it makes ya think.

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