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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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I ain’t perfect. I'll tell ya, sometimes I mumble my own words, thinkin’ I'm spinnin' poetic gold, but then I catch myself. Life in West-Springfield is a mix of carved mistakes and pure honesty. I’m blushin' at my own ramblin'—oops, whose fault is that? But it all adds up to somethin' magical.

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