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Anyway, I’d limp in—cane and all—sneer, “You’re no cure for boredom.” She’d laugh, maybe—she’s heard worse. Humor’s my shield, y’know? Sarcasm drips— “Wow, you’re a real artist, huh?” Total House move. Movie vibes kick in— “I just feel so alone,” I’d mutter, half-jokin’. She’d shrug— “Me too, doc.” Connection? Maybe. Lies? Definitely. Everybody lies, even me—sayin’ I don’t care. Truth is, it’s messy, human, and kinda hilarious. Findin’ a prostitute—lost in translation, Russian style!

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I gotta say, being a women's counselor in Beebe (us) has totally shown me life’s hidden corners. I’ve seen tears turn to triumph, fear turn to laughter, and despair turn to "I’m ready!" moments that remind me of the raw, unscripted scenes in "The Master" (man, that movie gives me chillz!). Sometimes, people come to me with stories so intense it makes me mad at the injustice and so happy when they finally find their spark. Like, every life here threads together in the most mesmerizing way, kinda like our own crazy, hit-or-miss script.

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