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Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

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I used to be a whore. But I am not any more. I used to be easy. And even a bit sleazy. I used to be a whore. I used to come in the back door.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Bell – it's like, super quirky, ya know? Bell is this tight-knit US city, kinda chill with a slice-of-life vibe you just can't fake. You get a car! Seriously, each street has its own personality. I mean, there's Bell Boulevard which cuts through the heart of the town—crazy lively, filled with little cafes and mom-and-pop shops. You'll also see streets like Magnolia Ave and Elm, where folks chat on doorsteps and greet you with a smile, ya feel me?

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