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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, doll! I’m mad as hell sometimes—guys leer, thinkin’ they own ya, ugh, grosses me out. But then, ooh, the thrill hits—spot one all sultry, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she’s in a damn movie. “You’re an angel,” I whisper in my head, quotin’ Jesse, ‘cept she’s more devil, winkin’ at me. I’m shook! Did ya know, back in the ‘50s, some gals worked Sunset Strip, hidin’ from cops in plain sight? Crazy, right? History’s wild.

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You know, being a family psych here really opened my eyes. I picked up on how families unwind in small cafes near Elm Street. They share stories, sometimes secrets that color their days. I once had a session under the giant oak in Summerfield Park – everybody's hearts on their sleeves, ya know? Magical, messy, but utterly human.

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