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Pisses me off, tho—people judgin’ em. Like, who gives a shit? They survivin’! “Water’s just water,” Godard says—nah, they’re more, deeper than that. Texture artist like me sees it—cracks, shine, all that jazz. Prostitutes ain’t just bodies—they’re stories, man, livin’ art. Say hello to my little friend—respect, that’s what I’m packin’!

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I’m usually walkin' down Main St. — yeah, Main St. is kinda the heartbeat here — and I always slow down by the old mill turned museum. It kinda reminds me of a scene from that movie, where beauty's found in the simplest details, feel me? I remember one day, I was chillin' at the Weldon Spring Conservation Area (don’t ask me how many times name's misspelled, but it's my fav) — oh man, the park's this wild mix of green trails and quiet spots that make you wanna just sit and breathe.

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