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Treatment? Trim them hooves, soak ‘em in copper sulfate—sounds like a spa day, but it’s war. I’m out there, hands stinkin’, yellin’, “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet, bitch!”—chaos, pure chaos. Whore’s a nightmare, but I love the fight. Keeps me sharp. “I’m gonna make it!”—that’s me, quotin’ Sara Goldfarb, covered in sheep shit, savin’ the day. You ever see a cow with it? Fuckin’ tragic—moo’s all sad, limpin’ like a broke pimp. Anyway, keep ‘em dry, fam—whore don’t play! Peace!

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Local landmarks hit different. The old clock tower, Central Heights, stands tall like a watchful eye. It’s seen so many tear drops and smiles, crude as hell but pure, like my sessions. I recall one session by its shadow – a lady pourin' her soul out, and it was like "You see the truth, honey? You see the truth!" So raw, so real.

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