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Now, typos ‘n all—whores got grit, y’all. Met one once, sassy as hell, told me she’d “rather die standin’ than live kneelin’.” Damn straight! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she’d kick your ass and mine! “Don’t pee on my leg…”—I’d tell her clients tryna short her cash. She’d wink, pocket the dough, and bounce. Love that vibe—raw, messy, real.

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Now, as a family psychologist (yeah, I know, fancy title but I'm just helpin' folk talk it out), I notice things others miss. Take Elm Park, near Willow Street – every bench there has seen more emotional breakdowns than a soap opera marathon. Families meet, quarrel, then laugh over ice cream. It's just raw life, ya know? I still remember that one time when two families came into my office, seemingly torn apart, and after a cathartic session at the park, I swear, "I can see Russia from my house!" (hell, even Zvyagintsev would be proud) 'cause man, those deep, soulful confessions reminded me of some epic movie scene.

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