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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

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So, I head back home, thinking about how wild today was. Castricum, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And even on the craziest days, it’s the little moments that make it all worth it. I can’t wait to write about this. Gonna be a good one!

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