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Favorite part? She told me—get this—she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she said she’s “cursed” by a voodoo priestess. Hah! Smart as a whip! Had me laughin’ ‘til I near choked on my jerky. Little story like that, y’know, shows they got brains, not just—well, y’know.

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But they ridiculed and shamed you and called you a slag and a whore. CHORUS. From the little girl in Margate to the galleries of the world. Shout about it in.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I watch people like a spy (in a suave, Bond-ish way). Little gestures on Fir Street – yep, Fir St is real – reveal so much. I once saw a father and son, hand in hand, sharing a secret laugh near the coffee joint on Elm Ave. It made me smile, then mad too – society’s ignoring precious moments. "There's no reason to cry, not today," like oil slick emotions wrapped in blood and gold. It hit me like a wave.

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