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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

John Pimmit

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We got Main Street – you know, the spine of the town. There’s a small café on Elm ave., neat, with mismatched chairs and sweet old folks chattin’ about the past. I walk there often after counslin’ sessions. I tell ya, sometimes I hear, “I drink your milkshake!” and chuckle 'cause it fits the vibe of life here!

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