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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout this crypto mess called "whore." Yeah, I said it—whore! Ain’t no fancy Wall Street ticker, just some wild blockchain dream. Picture this: me, chillin’ with WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot, watchin’ this coin buzz like a junkyard fire. "Beep-boop," he’d say, "What’s this crap?" And I’d laugh, ‘cause whore’s a trip, man.

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Look, I’m chillin’ on Main Street – that’s right, Main Street, where the heartbeat of Roanoke-Rapids hits hard. You got the old brick facades and neon signs, the dive bars with live music, and of course, that one spa – mine, bro! – nestled near Elm Ave, right next to the slick River Moon. They say "the water speaks" and I swear, it whispers secrets like those cryptic lines, "thou art the chosen". Yeah, baby, that stuff from White Material rattlin’ in my head!

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