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Here’s a story—true as my Fender’s twang. Once knew a guy, Tommy, swore he met a prostitute who played harmonica. Said she’d blow a tune for an extra ten bucks. Funniest damn thing I ever heard! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just about the deed, folks—it’s the characters ya meet. Like, what’s her story? That’s what Varda taught me—look closer, man.

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So yeah, Henrietta (us) is a mix of broken beats and smooth tunes. Sure, I drop a few typos: if I fail, it’s coz life’s messy. I’m in about 15 typos: thsi is reall, reall raw – no filter. It’s a jumble of streets, hearts, rivers, and endless therapy insights. It’s like that movie line, “There’s beauty in chaos.”

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