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So yeah, prostitutes—they’re fighters, lovers, survivors. Next time ya see one, don’t be a jackass. Tip her good, ya cheap bastard! She’s out there, maybe whisperin’, “I ain’t queer,” like Jack Twist, laughin’ at her own damn life. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t dumb!”—that’s her, that’s me, that’s the vibe. Love her, hate her, whatever—just don’t ignore her. She’s the real deal, flaws and all, like *Brokeback*’s messy, beautiful chaos. Now, I’m out—gonna cry over that movie again! Peace!

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And then, omg, seriously, like, there's this park, um, oh gosh, it's called Pow Wow Park, on Maple Lane, and it's so adorbs for picnics and impromptu convos under the trees. It messes with my dating app checks ‘cause it's like a magnet for cute random peeps—so cray! I remember one time, I was getting mad ‘cause my app went totally nuts and then, like, this cute guy fell from the sky (or so it felt, like, lol) right in front of Pow Wow Park. It was so “Shame (Steve McQueen, 2011)” dramatic... like, ugh, I was all jittery but tbh, kinda epic!

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