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What got me happy? Her sass, man—she’s sharp! “You got cash or just crazy?” she snaps. I toss her a grin, “Both, doll!” Surprised me how quick she played along—like we’re in on the same gag. Reminds me of *Leviathan*’s mayor—power’s a hustle, even here. “Everyone’s got a price,” I say, echoin’ the movie. She nods, “Damn right.”

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Tara Adcock and Sheila Simpkins used to be bad girls, but it's been years since they turned tricks together. They completed a two-year recovery program in Nashville called Magdalene.

While I’m waitin’, I spot this old lady. She’s just chillin’ on a bench, knitting. I’m like, “Lady, you see the chaos?” But she just smiles and says, “Life’s a river, dear.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but this river’s about to swallow someone whole!”

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