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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, coz why not? So, picture this – a gal workin’ the streets, all sass and grit, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. “I’m not like other girls,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair, but honey, she’s got secrets darker than my fave espresso. I adore her hustle tho – takes guts to strut in heels that high, dodgin’ creeps and cops like it’s a damn sport. Reminds me of Cathy in that movie, all perfect on the outside, but screamin’ inside – “I can’t do this anymore!”

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Oh, and the neighborhoods? Pure delight—like The Heights with quirky villas and, err, these old dudes talk about real love and loss. “The earth is blue like an orange,” or somethin’ like that, if you catch my drift. Sometimes, I mumble those lines when gettin' mad or excited. Sharon!

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