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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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You won't believe this, but every nook here hides a little wonder. On Tumbleweed Trail, I once found a stray cat that stared at me like it knew my soul, sss, such mystery, my precious. And people? They talk a lot, real talk, not pretentious, like hissing poetry in the wind... sometimes in double time with a funny kind of anger.

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