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Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ — damn, what a life. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe! But who gives a fuck? It’s raw, it’s real, it’s messy — like me tryna manage a product launch with a team of dipshits. Prostitutes, man, they’re the ultimate PMs — adaptin’, negotiatin’, closin’ deals in the dark. Next time you walk by one, don’t look away, motherfucker! Tip your hat, ‘cause they out here fightin’ battles you ain’t got the balls for. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” like Monty said — and they makin’ it happen anyway. Shit’s wild!

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I sometimes stretch out my hands in the back alley near Elm and Birch too; saw it as a good spot to practice a quick massage on a stubborn back. Not many know, but behind that facade lies a little mural of legends long forgotten. I swear, when I rub out someone's knotted back, I also rub away their bitter memories—just like the film, a glimpse in the rearview, “Focus on the ride,” they say. Yeah, every twist of my fingers tells a tale.

Beverly Ann Slaydon