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Here’s a kicker—didja know “whore” comes from Old English, “hore”? Meant “adulterer” way back—ain’t that wild? Language twists, turns, screws ya up. Nowadays, it’s slung at anybody—makes me wanna holler, “Ease up, jackass!” Gets me riled, seein’ it weaponized. But—ha—sometimes it’s funny, too. Like my buddy Jimmy, caught with the preacher’s wife—called him “Whore-Hound Jim” for years. Laughed ‘til I cried.

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And yeah, err, gotta admit, sometimes I catch myself daydreamin’ in the middle of a session; thoughts jumbled like “betrayal, redemption,” a wild mix of vibes and beats—just like a Drake verse. Oh, man, life’s unpredictable... but that's what makes Firestone so real.

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