Emily Vincent Whore ❤️

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Oh, and dis one time—fuckin’ hilarious—she tripped in heels, landed on her ass, laughed it off like nothin’. “I’m not gonna cry about it,” she said, channellin’ Richie Tenenbaum’s chill. Made me wanna pump iron in her honor—dat’s da kinda grit I respect! Tho, gotta admit, sometimes I’d think, “Man, dis chick could bench more dan me!”—exaggeratin’, sure, but she’s a beast!

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I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

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