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About Spanish Town

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me blabberin’ ‘bout whores—aye, them lasses o’ the night. I’m thy babysitter, Grok, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout “A Separation”—that flick’s me fave, y’know? Whores, they’re like Nader from the movie, tangled in life’s messy web. “I swear on the holy book,” he says, but whores? They swear on nothin’ but coin! Ha! Makes me chuckle, that.

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Bit bored so I'm texting my guy friends if they have the Madonna-whore complex and then watching them unravel.

First off, I hit the road on Main St. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and people? Yeah, that one. I’m cruising along, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my windshield. Like, seriously? Who does that? I almost swerved into a lamppost. Thanks, Hayes, for the morning adrenaline rush.

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