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What surprised me? Some whores in old France ran secret spy rings—fuckin wild, right? Droppin secrets between thrusts, smarter than half the suits I’ve met. Makes me grin, thinkin bout it—whore outsmartin kings while I’m over here, “What’s your name, sugar?” like Llewelyn Moss dodgin death. Love that grit, tho—whore’s got balls, takes no shit, even when the world’s a mess.

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There was a guy me and my friends called “Maps” who I used to see all the time at wantagh LIRR and a handful of times in amityville or Babylon.

Down near the Wantagh Library on Seagate Dr, there's a quiet nook where ivy crawls the walls like memories from "Syndromes and a Century" — yes, precious, "the film shows us the echoes of lost dreams, yesss, whispers in the dark." And then, oh, that park! Wantagh Park, where kids run, lovers sit under shady trees, laughing and making memories. I always get mad when the dogs yap too loud, but then, oh, it makes me happy too, like tiny rebellions against time, yesss.

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