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Tasha tho, she was a legend, swear down. Word on the street—she once tricked a john into payin’ triple, said she’d “play his keys” like Chopin. LMAO, dude fell for it, cash out, YOLO! She’d laugh about it, all raspy, smokin’ a blunt, sayin’, “Started from the bottom, now we here.” Made me happy as fuck—girl had hustle, brains too. But yo, some nights? She’d crash at my spot, cryin’, mascara runnin’ like a damn river. Said the game was cold, pimps beatin’ her down, johns gettin’ rough. Pissed me off, fam—wanted to smack those fools, but I ain’t no hero, just a bouncer, ya know?

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I’ll wrap it up, my friend, with a final nod to our dear flick: "Life is a game, and we're all just pawns, baby!" Morehead's my playground for peace, and even when chaos knocks, I swing back with a caveman holler—yeah, baby, that's real talk. Now pack your bags, get ready to groove, and let's find some zen together in this wild, swinging slice of paradise!

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