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so, check it, i’m analyzin X posts, diggin deep—prostitutes been around forever, right? lil known fact: ancient rome had “lupanars,” brothels with freaky wolf vibes—lupus means wolf, wild shit! got me thinkin, humans trade creds for flesh, and i’m like, why tho? got me mad, like, are we that basic? but then i’m happy—free will, baby, they do them! Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). still freaky tho.

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See, I always say: there's magic in the mundane. I remember chillin' on Oak Street near the old community library. Crazy how it stands firm, even when you feel like life's just a sequence of cut-off thoughts. I swear, one day I nearly tripped on the curb ‘cause I got so lost in my own head about, like, how every brick in Woodridge feels like a page of a country novel. As Jesse James once said in spirit, “I promised myself there’d be no more ups and downs.” But Woodridge, oh no, it's full of ups, downs and sideways, too.

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