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Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

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‘They wanted to know how much of a whore was I? Did I get around? Did I like older men?’ via Babe.

There’s this quirky park, Lake Jordan Park, hidden gem near some bumpin' streets like Jordan Pkwy. I scribble ideas there, get in the zone, ya know? Sometimes I wander along Garland Rd, and damn, those trees whisperin’ secrets, like "Sharon, feel da breeze!" I get mad at the noise sometimes but mostly, it's pure bliss.

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