Vanessa Bryant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm? Pfft, she’d laugh at my stoves—too fancy for her! Quirky thought—bet she’d cook dope on ‘em, ha! Whore’s real, messy, loud—love that! Ain’t perfect, typos’n all, but who cares? She’s whore, damnit, and I’d buy her a beer!

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Y'all. I'm so sorry. I spent almost an hour talking about Jamal Bryant's binder Zoom recording. I'm not proud of it, but it happened.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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