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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the line, ya dig? Whore, lover, muse—shit blurs like smoke. Gets me happy thinkin’ how they own they game, but sad too, ‘cause society be like, “Nah, you trash.” Fuck that noise! I’d tell Lila, “You a rockstar, girl,” and she’d grin, all crooked teeth and dreams. Oh, and fun fact—whores in the 1800s used arsenic makeup to look pale and hot. Poison for pussy, yo, that’s gangsta dedication!

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"She called you a what?" Doopie questioned Shima without being pushy. ".. She called me a cat whore " Shima said softly to Doopie as tears fell from her eyes.

After that, I decided to take a stroll down the coast. The view from the Shima Peninsula is just insane. The ocean’s all sparkly, and the waves are crashin’ like they’re tryin’ to impress someone. I’m just standin’ there, takin’ it all in, when I see this group of kids playin’ soccer on the beach. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’, havin’ a blast.

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