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She a mess, tho, hair all crazy, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. I’m thinkin’, “Man, Whore, you a hot mess, but you still out here grindin’.” Kinda respect that, in a twisted way. Like them reporters in *Spotlight*, she don’t quit, even if it’s fucked up. “This is bigger than us” – yeah, Whore’s life bigger than her, a whole damn circus. Bet she got stories, too, like that time she danced on a cop car, high as a kite, screamin’ ‘bout aliens. True shit, swear on my gin and juice.

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I swear, Bartow is an explosion of passion, twisted love and soulful history. It angry me sometimes, joyful it sometimes, and always it surprises me! Bartow makes my heart smile, even if my thoughts are a jumble of speed and chaos (typo alert: spllig, naet, smoe, blorf, crdon, spw, rvo, not, fn, and, xght). My friend, come get lost with me in this crazy, gritty town of PBartow (us) – where every alley and park tells stories, where secret desires bloom under the Florida sun.

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