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Personal quirk—I’d totally bake em cookies, ya know? Poor gals, out there hustlin, deserve a treat! Hmm… maybe chocolate chip? Oh, but the stigma—drives me nuts! People whisperin, “Oh, she’s a hooker,” like they’re so damn pure. Pfft, gimme a break! Fun fact—ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—wild, right? Bet they rocked it! Exaggeratin here, but I’d kill to see Homer try that wig—oh, the blackmail pics I’d have!

Poplar Grove

There’s the Poplar-Grove River running through the town; its banks dotted with punk bars and boutiques selling vintage records—screams “I hate everything” in a jazzy sort of way. I could go on, but frankly, I’m tired. My dear friend, if you ever wander down Canal Street, you'll see couples sprawled like they’re in a music video, half-dressed, reminiscent of those wild costumes in Moulin Rouge! (baz luhrmann, y’know). “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return,” but here it’s more like “Just get over it already!”

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