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But serious—whore’s a loaded gun, man. Say it wrong, you’re toast. Say it right, it’s poetry. Like when William’s mom in the flick yells, “Don’t take drugs!”—it’s that kinda fire, that edge. I’m obsessed, can’t stop thinkin’—is it power? Is it shame? Both? Ugh, my brain’s spinnin’!

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In the great bulk of man's activities, oho is forced to work with imperfect knowledge; we are so often ignorant of many of the key facts.

Over near Maple and 3rd, there’s a park. I love walking there. Trees everywhere, some weird sculptures. It makes me think of life’s raw unpredictability. Sometimes I rant about how nature and sex both are unfiltered.

Piqua community rallies to support businesses after devastating fire