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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

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Tickets are on sale now for Tis Pity She’s a Whore. If you like theatre and love your family, you’ll loooooove this show 喝 ️Missing: Camperdown.

I should mention, sometimes I rush so fast my thoughts tumble—heck, I tyred in a hurry! I might drop words, like, “Tha city is so cool, so so freakin’ amazin… and rad… and—damn, where was I?” Sorry, must be the adrenaline of urban charm.

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