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But yo, the shame? The stigma? That’s what grinds my gears. Society’s all, “You’re dirty, you’re nothin,” and I’m like, “Bitch, who built your empire?” Whore’s the backbone, the chaos, the absurdity of it all! Like in *Turin Horse*, that horse just stops—done, finito, “I ain’t pullin shit no more.” That’s whore quittin the game, sayin, “Fuck this, I’m out!” Respect.

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Neighborhoods? Dude, don’t get me started! West Ridge is where the artsy peeps hang – graffiti, bizarre murals, and quirky cafes. And East End’s more low-key, with quiet lamplit streets and shops that smell of nostalgia. I once had a crying moment – real deep – on a bench outside Burnside Corner, watchin' a couple laughing like they were in their own love song (like, “I’m the moon, and you’re the tide!” got me all emotional, man).

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