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Sometimes I think, “Fran, you notice stuff.” Like, nasal snort, the way they strut—it’s a moel thing, we see the walk! Prostitutes, they’re performers too, playin’ a role. Kinda sad, kinda fab. Oh, and don’t get me started on the cops—bustin’ ‘em for what? Livin’? Ugh, makes me wanna scream! “The earth shakes, all goes silent”—that’s her world crashin’, and I’m over here, rootin’ for her. You feel me, babe? Prostitutes—they’re messy, real, and I’m obsessed! HAHAHAHA!

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Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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