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Now, don’t get me twisted—I ain’t glorifying it. It’s messy, gritty, sometimes downright sad. Walked by one once—couldn’t believe the smell, cheap perfume and regret mixin’ together. Made me think of Haneke’s kids in that film, whisperin’, “I saw what you did.” Brothels got eyes too—walls see everything, but they don’t snitch. Kinda spooky, kinda cool.

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Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

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