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Sometimes, I’m cruisin’ the harvester, thinkin’ – am I a whore too? Sellin’ my soul for this gig? Nah, fuck that, I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano! But still – whores got guts. “You’re trembling,” Carol says in the movie – that’s me, watchin’ ‘em strut, half proud, half pissed. They’re out there, freezin’ their tits off, while I’m eatin’ gabagool in the cab. Funny, right? Whores and me, we’re kinda alike – grindin’, dodgin’, livin’. Ayy, pass the prosciutto, I’m starvin’!

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I seen folks really try to patch their broken lives here – families, loners, artists. As a psych, it ain’t just scenery. I watch for subtle signs. A twitch in a smile, a hidden frown. Hell, I even once saw a guy on Stoney Crk Rd, cryin’ hard. Real life therapy there, no cushy office, cost includin’ nature’s own couch.

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