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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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I’m chasin’ this bird down the street, yellin’ like a madman. “Hey! That’s my lunch!” People are lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. But whatever, I’m not lettin’ a bird ruin my day. I finally give up and head back to work, stomach grumblin’ like a beast.

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