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So, findin a prostitute, huh? Cold streets, dark corners—makes me think. Like in *Margaret*, life’s messy, chaotic. “You’re not forgiven,” I’d say to those pimps. Dirty business, all of it. I’d scope it out, calculatin every move. Girls standin there, shiverin—pisses me off. Weak men exploitin them, disgusting. Back in Leningrad, saw this once—chick got nabbed by cops, screamin. Didn’t expect that, surprised me good. Happiness? None here, just grit.

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I always say, "A Separation, yes?" – its lines echo my thoughts. "Zhh, so many secrets hide beneath." It's like every decaying wall there tells its own story. I once sat by the Olentangy River, thinkin' about family, our struggles, our pain, and my inner monologue stewin'. My brain would say "Ah, separation of souls, oh dear!" Heh, it's crazy!

Alberta Mae Hilliard