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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it deeper. Whores ain’t just bodies, nah – they’re survivors, dodgin’ pimps, cops, and creeps. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Them “fallen women” got locked in asylums if they didn’t play nice. Pissed me off, man! Society’s all “save ‘em,” but screws ‘em harder. Reminds me of Jared Leto in the flick, arm rottin’, still beggin’ for dope – that’s the hustle, the trap.

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I am a Procurement Manager at Ocean Mist Farms, a leading grower and marketer of fresh vegetables. In this role, I manage the value-added procurement process.

I loooove the way the little rivers meet. The Silver Brook sings soft. Sometimes I catch sun glints on its ripples. My backache goes poof, like magic, when I soak by river's edge. Moolaadé vibes everywhere, oh yes. "We swears by the magic," I mutter, like them in the film.

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