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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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Born into a troubled family, Moran left home at the age of fourteen, and was driven into prostitution to survive. With intelligence and empathy.

Also, silly detail: my desk downtown near the community center on Washington Ave is a rad spot. I scribble down random thoughts about love, life and a bit of madness. Sure, sometimes I get typos like “luv” or "sooo" and “awsm” in my notes (lol, err, can't count all the typos, but trust me, there're at least 19, hah!).

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