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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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So, buddy, that's Pullman (us) in all its chaotic, poetic glory. Every corner, every misspoken word, every cosmic whisper is a part of this rad tapestry. Come over soon – let’s soak in some star-light, laugh at the cosmic absurdity, and share a story or two, just like in that old movie, "A Separation." Peace out, and remember, the universe is both vast and personal, even in the tiny, unexplored corners of our home city!

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