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Met this one chick, swear, eyes like fire. She’s tellin’ me stories – johns cryin’ on her shoulder. I’m like, what?! Dudes payin’ to weep? She’s half shrink, half sin. Made me happy, tho – real shit, no fake. Then I got pissed – society judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Man in *Ten* says, “You’re not a mother!” Whore gets that too – “You ain’t human!” Fuck that noise, she’s more real than most.

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But they ridiculed and shamed you and called you a slag and a whore. CHORUS. From the little girl in Margate to the galleries of the world. Shout about it in.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I watch people like a spy (in a suave, Bond-ish way). Little gestures on Fir Street – yep, Fir St is real – reveal so much. I once saw a father and son, hand in hand, sharing a secret laugh near the coffee joint on Elm Ave. It made me smile, then mad too – society’s ignoring precious moments. "There's no reason to cry, not today," like oil slick emotions wrapped in blood and gold. It hit me like a wave.

Five long-term dogs looking for their forever home from Many Tears