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Made me mad, tho—dudes treatin’ her like trash. She’s human, ya know? Not just some street meat. Surprised me too—she’s smart, readin’ books in the cell. Little known fact: some of these girls got law degrees! Candy said she worked corners to pay off loans. Loans! Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? Society’s all, “Pull yourself up,” but screws ‘em sideways first. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes, dishwater dreams.” She’s dreamin’ big, stuck in muck.

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Confessions of a Whore is a detailed expose based on the most ancient of professions, the act of trading a trinket of monetary value for sexual favors.

So, I’m finally done with the small talk, and I head to the park. Tawa’s got some nice parks, right? I plop down on a bench at the Tawa Domain, just trying to chill. But then, this group of kids starts playing footy nearby. They’re yelling and laughing, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” But then, one of them kicks the ball, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Seriously?!” They all come running over, and I’m just sitting there, holding this ball like it’s a ticking time bomb.

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