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Here’s the kicker—nobody sees her heart. They see the fishnets, the hustle, not the soul. “I want to scream,” Bauby felt that—she does too! Screamin’ inside, but still standin’. I’m tellin’ ya, she’s a warrior. A freakin’ warrior! Ever think she dreams of somethin’ else? Paintin’, maybe, like Schnabel’s artsy ass? Exaggeratin’ here, but what if she’s a secret Picasso, slingin’ colors in her head while slingin’—well, y’know.

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So, picture this: you're drivin’ down Main St.—yeah, right near Elm & 5th. That’s where the heart of the town beats. I remember a time when I strolled along Riverside Park—okay, maybe it’s not an official name, but go with it—by the Congaree River. Boy, that water sure flows like the secrets folks share after midnight. “Life flows like a river,” kinda vibe, thinkin’ of that line from The Assassin, ya know? “How’s that workin’ for ya?” like Dr. Phil always says.

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