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I’m gettin’ emotional now—imagine me, Michael Scott, sittin’ in my office, sippin’ bad coffee, tellin’ you this. Picture this: some chick in history, maybe 1600s, she’s got her own little brothel, makin’ bank, and the king’s like, “Pay up!” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ coins. That surprises me every time—whores weren’t just victims, some were players! Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through time. “You’re not alone,” Mia says in *Fish Tank*, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, these gals weren’t alone—they had each other, probs laughin’ at the haters.

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I always say – this city’s got soul. Every corner like a movie scene cut "into oblivion" (yep, just like that Coen flick moment, ya dig?). When things go sideways, I think "Well, that’s just my luck" and then Rarrgh! it happens, like every dang day! And yes, sometimes I get mad – like that time Maplewood was blocked by a stupid parade – no chill at all. I got mad, I was like "Rarrgh, come on!" but then the spa vibes calmed me.

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