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But, like, in *The Headless Woman*, there’s that line— “I hit something, didn’t I?”—n’ it’s like, whores hit somethin’ in us, too. Society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash, but I’m like, “Who ain’t a lil’ dirty, huh?” Gets me mad, man! Hypocrites everywhere—pointin’ fingers while sneakin’ a peek. Pisses me off! I mean, I ain’t perfect—hell, I’d prolly tip a gal extra for a donut run. Mmm… donuts.

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Now, my personal fave is wandering by the River Ingrebourne (yup, that’s the one sneaking past the nature reserve). Its gentle flow always reminds me there’s life beyond the chaos—a love letter to the natural world, raw and unfiltered. Call me a sentimental fool, but it’s moments like these that spark motivation in me—"This is who we are!" echoes in my ears, almost like a line from that intense movie vibe.

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