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Oh, and get this—Victorian England, whores had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair, signalin’ “I’m open for biz.” Subtle, shady, genius! Bet Marta rocked that look, too. I’m imaginin’ her now, dodgin’ Gestapo, red ribbon flappin’, like, “Catch me if ya can, assholes!” Hilarious, but also—damn, that’s ballsy. Makes me wanna high-five her across time.

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Being a sexologist in Cary has its perks, ya know? People come with stories, secrets, hopes, and fears. Like that one time, I was walking by Taylor Creek Trail and overheard a couple laughing, their voices echoing like a scene from Spirited Away: a reminder that magic sneaks in everyday. And hell, sometimes I say, “Don’t pee on my leg, you know what I mean?” when nonsense is thrown my way too often. Shoot, it's like Hayao Miyazaki was telling you not to let life’s bull crap weigh you down. "I’m chibi, I’m small—but I got big dreams!" ish vibe.

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