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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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The Buddhist Years reveals a side of Jack rarely seen before—meditative, reflective, and profoundly influenced by Eastern teachings. These.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I wake up in Tatsuno, right? This little gem of a city in Japan, nestled between mountains and rivers. I mean, it’s got that chill vibe, but today? Today was a whole different story.

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