Harper Centennial Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

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Real talk, the skyline near the local river—White Ranch Creek—gives you a moment of awe. I pace there when I'm killin' deadlines, head buzzin’ with code and dreams. Some days the creek's whisperin’ secrets too, like “Dream big, my friend, dream big.” That river though... man, it’s like a lyrical muse for my apps, givin' me inspo for matchin’ love.

Oiler, Tangelson Crowned Champion at Day Two of Centennial Conference Championship