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She’s a survivor, this one—gotta be, in her game. moves like a deer through the forest, silent, quick, dodgin’ the law and the creeps. Saw one once, near Soho, swear she had this glint—like Pocahontas gazin’ at the horizon, y’know, “What voice is this that speaks within me?”—but nah, she’s countin’ cash in her head, not dreamin’ of new worlds. Made me chuckle, that did—tough as nails but soft in the quiet bits. Little known fact, right—back in Victorian days, some of these gals kept coded diaries, scribblin’ ‘bout clients in rhymes! Imagine that, poetry from the gutter—beats Shakespeare some nights.

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But I knew somehow a part of Lighthouse for Women would be to minister to prostitutes. In , Nalla sensed from God that she needed to go to India. She had not been in India for seven .

Cool neighborhood near Bayview Ln, crisp houses and vibes so rad. Err, sometimes as a pleasure coach, I spy little secrets y’know. Chill times, heart stirred, I had.

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