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Man, she piss me off sometimes, tho. Actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, like she runnin’ the show. But then—bam!—she flip it, all vulnerable, got me feelin’ soft. Like, “Damn, Whore, why you gotta do me like that?” Surprised me once, showed up with a tat—some weird French quote, “L’amour est un mystère.” Love’s a mystery, huh? Straight *Holy Motors* vibes, dawg, she livin’ that chaos.

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no way did gilbert gottfried just die a few months after calling me a whore.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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