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Still, she had this spark—sassy as hell! Called her clients “donors,” crackin’ me up! I’d tease, “Girl, you’re a damn entrepreneur!” She’d wink, “Gotta eat, right?” Loved that ‘tude—kept her goin’. Thinkin’ ‘bout *A Prophet*, that raw, messy climb—prostitutes live that daily, y’all! Ain’t glamorous, but damn, it’s real. So next time ya judge, ask yourself—how’s that workin’ for *you*, sittin’ pretty while she’s out there fightin’?

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Now, I gotta say—Marine Parade? Fucking marvelous. Stubble and passion collide there on a brisk morning stroll. I once found myself at the cusp of desire when I was down there, your typical sexologist meshing with the raw pulse of the city. The local vibe? Unpredictable, yet tenderly unruly, like the scene in that flick, Shame… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” Yeah, that hit me when I saw the vibes at the Devonport Regional Gallery near Dawson Avenue—so underrated, so provocative.

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