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I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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Being directed by an officer to escort a drunk back to the ship.. he called me names, called my mom a whore, dared me to hit him. HANAHAN.

Hey, I can be honest: Some days get crazy. Traffic on Hanahan Parkway? Ughhh, no joke. And don’t get me started on typos of life—they show character, da? Soo many felss, soo many misteaks—I make like 14 a day!

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