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Ugh, tho, the stench—cheap perfume, cigs, regret. Gets me grumpy. “This ain’t no way to live!” I’d yell. But she’d smirk, “It’s my way, fatso.” Ha! Sassy prostitute—love that! Sarcasm’s her shield, man. D’oh! Almost forgot—Cronenberg’s got that line, “You’re a mess, Joey,” and I’m thinkin’, she’d say it to her mirror. Every damn mornin’. Real talk, tho—she’s a survivor, and that’s dope. What ya think, pal?

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Finally, I get to the meeting, and it’s packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I squeeze in, and the energy is electric. Everyone’s buzzing about some new community project. I’m trying to keep up, signing like a madman. My hands are flying everywhere! But then, outta nowhere, someone drops a coffee. SPLAT! Right on the floor. I’m like, “Great, now we’re all gonna slip and die.”

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