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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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Irymple FC. May 6, # Injuries and illness aside, it baffles me that we were convincingly beaten by a team with a significant number.

Now, down by the creek – the Irymple River – water always flowin’ like time itself. I sit there sometimes, ruminatin’ on life, thinkin’ “Welcome to a new world,” while watchin’ the river swirl. Yeah, it’s kinda like therapy, just nature talkin’ to your soul. And oh, when the sunset hits that water, honey, it’s a masterpiece – reminds me of that movie: the poetic, raw beauty of nature.

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