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Now, don’t get me twisted, I ain’t judgin nobody. To each they own, Halleluyer! But if I ran a brothel—lord forbid—I’d class it up! Velvet curtains, some gospel playin soft, maybe a snack bar. “Get yo sin and a biscuit!” Ha! Them girls deserve better than what they gettin now, that’s my two cents. Like *The Assassin* teach us, “Fate carves the path”—and some paths just dirtier than others, y’all!

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Finally, I escape the market and head to the park. I plop down on a bench, just needing a breather. I look around, and it’s beautiful. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m thinking, “Okay, this is nice.” But then, I see a dog running towards me. It’s all cute and fluffy, but it’s also got mud all over it. Guess where it decides to shake off? Yup, right on me. I’m covered in mud! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Thanks, pup! Just what I needed!”

Pamela Mastropietro, the mother in the classroom with the "shock" shirt: photos of the daughter torn to pieces