Rebecca Pahokee Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I saw her—prostitute, not Remy—on a corner, all sass, heels clicking. She’s out there, owning it, like, “I’m the chef of this street, bitches!” Got me thinking—society’s all judgy, right? Pisses me off! Like, who cares? She’s surviving, flipping the bird to the 9-to-5 grind. Respect, yo. Reminds me of that Ratatouille line, “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted.” She’s got guts, man, dodging cops, creeps, and still smiling.

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Apr 1,  · I think this town is more MISUNDERSTOOD than dangerous. It's an isolated community that is as apprehensive of outsiders, as the outsiders are of the town its.

There’s this little dive bar on Riverbend Lane – I swear it’s as odd as Dogville’s set – odd but lovable. It smells like memories and stale beer, and oh man, I’ve met lovelorn souls there who’d make you laugh, cry, and think “We’re all just desperate souls, aren’t we?” Shazza! And don’t even get me started on the park at Everglade Circle. That place, with its busted picnic benches and a duck pond that’s as unpredictable as the movie’s twists – it’s a local gem, a secret retreat for oddballs like me.

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