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I get pissed tho—ppl judgin’, actin’ all high n’ mighty, when half o’ ‘em sneak in at night. Hypocrisy stinks worse than the sheets! But then—happy vibes hit—there’s this story, Clarice, ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legal one, where some gal paid her way thru med school. Fuckin’ badass, huh? “Spring break forever, bitches!”—she lived it, turned the hustle into gold. Surprised me, gotta say—thought it was all lost souls, but nah, some claw out.

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I was getting a bit hangry, so I grabbed a slice of pizza from Pizzeria Da Michele. Best pizza ever! I mean, it’s like a slice of heaven. I devoured it in seconds. But then, I realized I had pizza sauce all over my face. Classic me, right?

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