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Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

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First off, imagine this: walking down Maple Avenue—it’s not just any avenue, oh no—it’s where locals gather, share smiles, and spill the beans over piping hot coffees. And then there’s Elm Street, a bit winding and quirky, much like my own sometimes-bumbling mind. I can’t forget Central Park! Phew, that sprawling green gem, where I’ve sat in a daze, pondering life, love, and the raw ache of human emotion. Honestly, sometimes I jump off a bench with joy, a bit like saying “Est aequo et bono!” before diving into a queer conversation that warms my heart.

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