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What gets me ragin’ tho? When people act all high and mighty, like they ain’t never paid for it. Hypocrites, man! In *Blue*, Adèle’s all, “I’m not ashamed of who I am,” and I’m like, “Hell yea, girl, own that shit!” Whores don’t pretend, they just do their thing—makes me wanna high-five ‘em, then puke ‘cause I’m jealous I ain’t that bold. Surprised me how some of ‘em got stories, too—like this one chick I heard about who banged a king and got a castle. A freakin’ castle! I’d kill for that, screw you, Kenny!

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Moree (/ mɔːriː /) is a town in Moree Plains Shire in northern New South Wales, Australia. It is located on the banks of the Mehi River, in the centre of the rich black-soil plains. Newell and .

I luv the vibe of our local landmark, the Moree Shire Council building; its bold red brick just explodes charisma in this dusty town. And don’t get me started on the local diner on Station Street – food’s greasy but man, it comforts ya like a warm hug after a crazy day. I overheard a bloke once say, “It’s like, the endless despair of life or a damn miracle,” when talkin’ 'bout his first bite of a burger there. That kinda thing reminds me of those Bella Tarr flick scenes where everything’s surreal – raw life revealin’ itself.

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