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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

You shouldn't be a prestige whore because it honestly doesn't matter much. People love to tout the alleged benefits of going to hyperprestigious.

Man, how did I get so attached? See, my job makes me see beyond the obvious – every wrinkle in a smiling old face, every faded poster on a broken wall, it all tells me something deeper. University (us) is no ordinary town; it’s a patchwork of scars and beauty, madness and love – kinda like "Carlos", wild and free!

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