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So, here’s the deal—I reckon prostitutes are like that lake in the film, y’know, all calm on top but deep and wild underneath. “Lust is the fire that burns,” the monk says, and I’m like, damn straight! These folks, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ judgy pricks who don’t get it. Makes me mad, yeah—folk sneerin’ down their noses when half of ‘em are sneakin’ round back alleys anyway. Hypocrisy, mate, it stinks worse than Mordor’s swamps!

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Stroll down Market Street and you’ll hit the old Moss-Point Community Center – that spot’s chock-full of memories, kinda smells like hope and burnt coffee, I swear. The little coffee shop on Elm, Brew & Chew, is like a safe-space for local folks to spit out their family drama, kinda like when my clients explode their feelings! Ha, man – ain't no therapy session quite like that.

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