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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Also gotta shout out: those small, back alley murals near Riverside – hidden treasures that whisper "you gotta look closer!" They remind me of life's absurdity, as Life mumbles, “Don't be a moron,” but then leaves ya baffled.

Fierce winds wreak havoc in Okeechobee Little Farms: Box truck flipped, powerlines down