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But then—boom—she gets serious. “It ain’t all giggles,” she says. Tells me ‘bout this creep who stalked her for weeks. My heart’s racin’—R2-D2, where ARE you?!—coz that’s messed up. I’m like, “Why you still doin’ this?” She shrugs, “Gotta eat, shiny boy.” Damn. Hits like that line, “I’m tired,” from the flick. Heavy stuff.

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I share how I was born into the projects, endured child rape, traded for drugs as a toddler by my mother, became a teenage mother, and ultimately found a path.

Moultrie in the US is a odd mix. I stroll on Main Street. It’s packed with charm and grunge. Then there’s Pine Ave – oh man, you never forget those neon lights. The colors change like you’re in a dream. Past the county museum and down by the old water tower. Yeah, that’s real.

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