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But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

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Oh, sorry, gotta mention: sometimes I ramble ‘cause Ternat is just that rad. I mean, every street corner like Rue des Etoiles lights my soul. And don’t even get me started about the local broth at Café Amour – so delish, it fills you with joy like, “You get a car!”

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