Bella Norco Whore ❤️

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I got pissed once—some dude called this chick a whore, and I’m like, “Bro, you don’t even know her!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be shame? But then—surprise, surprise—I met this gal, real talk, she owned it. She was like, “Yeah, I’m a whore—so what?” Blew my mind! She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a fuck, unleashin’ her power within, man! Reminded me of Monty’s mirror scene—raw, ugly, beautiful truth.

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Changes: Wheels got bigger. inch wheels died. inch and inch took over. This changed how bikes rode.

Now, yo, you gotta hit up Elm Street—yeah, that one near the old stables. The horses roam free kinda vibe, every time I walk past, I think of life’s wild passions, kinda like that line from "A Separation": “It’s hard to let go.” I mean, c’mon, life's messy and beautiful, no? Gabagool? Ova here! And don't get me started on the rustic corners of Main Avenue, lined with quaint little diners and dive bars—you can chat about love or lust over a cuppa joe or a stiff drink at 2 A.M., ya know what I mean?

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