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So, I’m thinkin’, me and whore, we’re mates, yeah? She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ coin, while I’m clawin’ for my precious. Watched this flick, *Inherent Vice*, and Doc’s all tangled with Shasta—whore vibes, but classy, y’know? “She was alive, man!” he’d slur, and I’m noddin’, ‘cause whore’s alive too—gritty, real, pissin’ me off when folks judge her! Hypocrites, all of ‘em—*spits*—actin’ holy but sneakin’ a peek.

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One woman on the sidelines, appearing disinterested, sips from a can of Red Bull through a straw. It’s a rare break in a cycle that repeats for hours on end: Hopping into strangers’ cars.

Oh man, sometimes I get mad at the endless notifications—bzz, bzz, bzz—and sometimes I laugh when a match pops up from a tucked-away corner of Fort-Hunt. It's weird, but fun. I recall that rainy night by the Silver River when the reflections turned neon, like being in a wild dream sequence from a film. I shouted, "I want to be free!" like our favorite movie line… err, something like that. (Pardon my geeky feels.)

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