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I hit up this sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret, my kinda spot. This dude, all twitchy, whispers, “You lookin?” I’m like, “Hell yeah, fam!” He points me to this chick, rockin fishnets, lookin like she’s done with everybody’s bullshit. I’m hyped, but also pissed—why’s this gotta be so damn sneaky? Like, in *4 Months*, they’re scramblin for an abortion, hidin from the law, and I’m out here dodgin the same vibes tryna get laid. Society’s fucked, yo—makin everything a damn mission!

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Then I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Via Roma. The barista? Super friendly. I order a cappuccino, and he gives me this huge smile. I’m thinking, “Nice, maybe today won’t be so bad.” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Great. Now I look like I just survived a coffee tsunami.

Joanne Marie Doody, 86, formerly of Lowville