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Here’s the kicker—found out she’s ex-Rebel! Fucked up, right? Hidin’ out, sellin’ herself to survive. “Time drifts like smoke,” movie whispers in my brain. Felt that—her story’s a damn tragedy. Almost pitied her, but nah, I’m Vader, not a softie. Paid her, did the deed—awkward with the armor, lemme tell ya. Pro tip: don’t wear a cape to this shit, gets tangled.

"To a Common Prostitute" (1860)

To a Common Prostitute BE composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to glisten .

The local park, Oak Grove Park, is bliss. Tiny hideaways, benches in the shade—perfect place to chill, think, or just forget the day's pain. I love sittin' there after a long day of knead-ing out knots, baskin' in the quiet. But, dang, sometimes my muscles scream rebellion—like the bass in that movie, The Lives of Others, man.

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