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So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

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Along with the droves of hustlers the perimeter of the Altamar apartments plays host to, what can only be described as, a whore's runway. Not a suitable.

As I walk home, I take a moment to appreciate Castlebar. The streets, the people, the vibe. It’s chaotic, sure, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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