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Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

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But then, bam! I see this guy selling these massive sausage rolls. I mean, HUGE. Like, bigger than my head! I’m like, “Dude, I’ll take one!” So I grab it, and it’s all greasy and delicious. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when suddenly, I drop half of it on the pavement. Nooo! My breakfast! I’m standing there, staring at it like it’s a lost puppy.

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