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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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My streets? Wacky, raw, unexpected. That old diner on Sunset? OMG, best pancakes ever. But then, some alleys got drama. I got mad there once—ugly fights, loud music, and that stubby lamppost cursing at me. So raw, so real, total Eric Andre chaos.

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