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Exaggeratin? Maybe, but one time—swear—saw a gal dodge a raid like a ninja. “Fear kills the soul,” right outta *Timbuktu*. She was gone, poof, left the john screamin. Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. Personal quirk? I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus unfold. Funny as hell, but risky—disease, cops, psychos. Ya gotta weigh it—worth it or nah? Me, I’d rather strategize than dive in blind. Cold, calculated—Putin style, baby.

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Maggie's mission is: to provide education and support to assist sex workers in their efforts to live and work with safety and dignity. Maggie's is the first sex-worker-run education project in Missing: Henrietta.

I walk near East Main, near the library, where therapy meets conversation. In the shadows of barns, I recall a therapy session gone wild. Funny, right? "We're all cowards here," like in that Jesse James flick. When you pass the old railway tracks near Birch Ave, it's like a scene from a movie – gritty, somber, yet somehow hopeful. Spooky tone, like “Tonight’s the night.”

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